Saturday, 12 April 2014

Poetic Pairing: April 2014

Vessels at anchor and rowing boats in a calm sea William Lionel Wyllie National Maritime Museum

Extract from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

 Down Dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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