Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Grey Rocks and Greyer Sea

The weather lately has been rainy, windy, cold and bleak.  I'm sure that some people love the rain and find respite in the gloom, but I'm definitely not one of them. However,  I've been repeating one of my favorite poems over and over again like a mantra and somehow it helps.  


Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
   And surf along the shore --
And in my heart a name
   My lips shall speak no more.


The high and lonely hills
   Endure the darkening year --
And in my heart endure
   A memory and a tear.


Across the tide a sail
   That tosses, and is gone --
And in my heart the kiss
   That longing dreams upon.


Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
   And surf along the shore --
And in my heart the face
That I shall see no more.


-Charles G.D. Roberts

(It's obviously not my poem, but if the weather begins to feel angsty, misunderstood or hopelessly alone in the world then I'm sure I'll be able find something appropriate in my high school portfolio.)