Sea Love

Tide be runnin' the great world over:
'Twas only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin' the toss and the call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin' as the sea.

Heer's the same little fishes that sputter an swim,
Wi' the moon's old glim on the grey, wet sand;
An' him no more to me mor me to him
Than the wind goin' over my hand.

by Charlotte Mary Mew

Comments (8)

Well, that sneaked right up on me and smacked me on the head and I deserved it, thinking this was going to be a yawn to read. Brilliant! Heer's the same little fishes that sputter an swim, Wi' the moon's old glim on the grey, wet sand; An' him no more to me mor me to him Than the wind goin' over my hand. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LOVE THIS!
In a way this poem sounds like she was writing about an unrequited love for sailor but perhaps she longed for a life at sea...
Very interesting poem.Like to read again and again. Thanks for posting.
Heer's the same little fishes that sputter an swim, Wi' the moon's old glim on the grey, wet sand; An' him no more to me mor me to him Than the wind goin' over my hand. Nice poem. Thanks poet.10.
Little fishes! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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