Neither out far, or in deep

Discussion in 'Northeast' started by DonQ, Aug 5, 2016.

  1. DonQ

    DonQ Well-Known Member

    Oct 23, 2014
    The people along the sand
    All turn and look one way.
    They turn their back on the land.
    They look at the sea all day.

    As long as it takes to pass
    A ship keeps raising its hull;
    The wetter ground like glass
    Reflects a standing gull.

    The land may vary more;
    Buy wherever the truth may be;
    The water comes ashore,
    And the people look at the sea.

    They cannot look out to far,
    They cannot look in deep.
    But when was that ever a bar
    To any watch they keep?

    Robert Frost

    For all you ocean hugers!
    Last edited: Aug 11, 2016
  2. DosXX

    DosXX Well-Known Member

    Mar 2, 2013
    Robert Frost remains one of my favorites since I was a kid. Thanks for for sharing.
    Here's another:

    Dust of Snow

    The way a crow
    Shook down on me
    The dust of snow
    From a hemlock tree
    Has given my heart
    A change of mood
    And saved some part
    Of a day I had rued.
    Last edited: Aug 6, 2016

  3. ScobeyviIIe

    ScobeyviIIe Well-Known Member

    Nov 3, 2015

  4. DonQ

    DonQ Well-Known Member

    Oct 23, 2014
    Sounds like he may be a Chinese poet.
  5. kidde rocque

    kidde rocque Well-Known Member

    Mar 6, 2016
    The surf looks like pure Joy
    To this wanna be Surfin' Boy
    Alas, unable to paddle out on a whim
    Because I have yet to learn how to swim.
    So I pray to the Gods far and yon
    While I grovel doing Sand Reconne
    That my life, they kindly not take,
    Whilst I flounder in Chucktown shorebreak.

  6. BassMon2

    BassMon2 Well-Known Member

    Jan 27, 2015
    ^^^^That was pretty damn good. I'm impressed.
  7. frost

    frost Well-Known Member

    Jul 31, 2014
    Cute however just this a.m I caught and rode more waves than you have all week I bet
  8. cepriano

    cepriano Well-Known Member

    Apr 20, 2012
    wasn't aware we had "waves" 1-2' isn't waves.u learn to swim yet buddy lol
  9. frost

    frost Well-Known Member

    Jul 31, 2014
    Yep last winter, 1-2 can be fun it's always overhead on a bodyboard
  10. kidde rocque

    kidde rocque Well-Known Member

    Mar 6, 2016
    Just got out of the water, with conditions that matched the latest EC swell. Pretty much like that on the reg here.

    So, I doubt it.

    EDIT: Aww, the water was 51 degrees so you might have me there.
    Last edited: Aug 6, 2016
  11. kidde rocque

    kidde rocque Well-Known Member

    Mar 6, 2016
    There once was a Poseur named Frost
    Whom in the water, appeared quite lost
    While doing Sand Reconne
    He found his stuff gone
    Looked in the water and found it had been tossed.
  12. Zeroevol

    Zeroevol Well-Known Member

    Jun 22, 2009
    Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
    Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
    The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
    Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

    Bob Dylan
  13. LBCrew

    LBCrew Well-Known Member

    Aug 12, 2009
    One of my favorite Frost poems... short and sweet.

    The Master Speed

    No speed of wind or water rushing by
    But you have speed far greater. You can climb
    Back up a stream of radiance to the sky,
    And back through history up the stream of time.
    And you were given this swiftness, not for haste
    Nor chiefly that you may go where you will,
    But in the rush of everything to waste,
    That you may have the power of standing still-
    Off any still or moving thing you say.
    Two such as you with such a master speed
    Cannot be parted nor be swept away
    From one another once you are agreed
    That life is only life forevermore
    Together wing to wing and oar to oar

    Robert Frost
  14. DonQ

    DonQ Well-Known Member

    Oct 23, 2014
    Could man be drunk forever

    Could man be drunk forever
    With liquor, love or fights,
    Lief should I rouse at morning
    And lief lie down at nights.

    But men at whiles are sober
    And think by fits and starts,
    And if they think, they fasten
    Their hands upon their hearts.

    A.E. Housman
  15. seldom seen

    seldom seen Well-Known Member

    Aug 21, 2012
    Alright, this thread started all serious for me. A little irie, I read those poems and they plucked at my heartstrings. Then I saw KR's masterpiece, and Ho Lee Fuk, not only was that hilarious, but it was an ootstanding poem. You mothertruckers, I tell ya.

  16. kidde rocque

    kidde rocque Well-Known Member

    Mar 6, 2016
    Thank yew verry much, I'll be here all weeke.

  17. yankee

    yankee Well-Known Member

    Sep 26, 2008
    Don't know how I missed this, but dang Keed! The Seen is spot-on, yours is a masterpiece you're truly the Poete Laureated of The Forume :cool:
  18. PhiloSurfer

    PhiloSurfer Well-Known Member

    Dec 19, 2010
    My Personal favorite from Frost...

    Once by the Pacific
    Robert Frost

    The shattered water made a misty din.
    Great waves looked over others coming in,
    And thought of doing something to the shore
    That water never did to land before.
    The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
    Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
    You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
    The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
    The cliff in being backed by continent;
    It looked as if a night of dark intent
    Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
    Someone had better be prepared for rage.
    There would be more than ocean-water broken
    Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.
  19. DonQ

    DonQ Well-Known Member

    Oct 23, 2014
    Sea waves are green and wet,
    But up from where they die,
    Rise others vaster yet,
    And those are brown and dry.

    They are the sea made land
    To come at the fisher town,
    And bury in solid sand
    The men she could not drown.

    She may know cove and cape,
    But she does not know mankind
    If by any change of shape,
    She hopes to cut off mind.

    Men left her a ship to sink:
    They can leave her a hut as well;
    And be but more free to think
    For the one more cast-off shell.

    Sand dunes
    Robert Frost
    Last edited: Aug 11, 2016
  20. DonQ

    DonQ Well-Known Member

    Oct 23, 2014

    The surest thing there is is we are riders,
    And though none too successful at it, guiders,
    Through everything presented, land and tide
    And now the very air, of what we ride.

    What is this talked-of mystery of birth
    But being mounted bareback on the earth?
    We can just see the infant up astride,
    His small fist buried in the bushy hide.

    There is our wildest mount- a headless horse.
    But though it runs unbridled off its course,
    And all our blandishments would seem defied,
    We have ideas yet that we haven't tried.

    Robert Frost

    for all you ride rs'