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Harry Kemp

I lived from 1883-1960. I was from the United States, and am in the Americas category.

Harry Kemp was a published author and poet, known as the "Tramp Poet," and "The Poet of the Dunes," among other names. In 1900, when Kemp was seventeen, he ran away to sea, shipping as cabin boy on the German ship, "Pegtolozzi," bound from New York City for Sydney, Australia. It was somewhat later when he settled down ashore and attended Kansas University; during his time there that he became known as "The Kansas Poet" and contributed to a number of books. Kemp is perhaps best known for the nautical poems he composed based on his deep-sea experience. In the years just before World War 1, he established himself in the summer artist colony of Provincetown at the tip of Cape Cod where he lived in a driftwood beachhouse. He was a member of the group which included Eugene O'Neil, Jack Reed, and other Provincetown Players. Kemp became a slave to alcohol sometime in the 1930s, and lived on the largesse of those who had admired his work of earlier years. His work deteriorated and little from his last 30-odd years received any attention.

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  • When there wakes any wind to shake this place,
    This wave-hemmed atom of land on which I dwell,
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  • When you've failed with ordered people, when you've sunk neck-deep again
    In the sluggish wash and jetsam of the slackened tides of me
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • Beyond the blue rim of the world,
    Washed round with languid-lapsing seas,
    19 lines
  • I'd like to return to the world again,
    To the dutiful, work-a-day world of men, —
    17 lines
  • There's nothing like a ship at sea with all her sails full-spread
    And the ocean thundering backward 'neath her mounting figurehead
    18 lines, 7 comments
  • Oh, a sailor hasn't much to brag —
    An oilskin suit and a dunnage bag.
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Let other countries glory in their past,
    But Kansas glories in her days to be,
    7 lines, 2 comments
  • When I was a lad I went to sea
    And they made a cabin boy of me.
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  • There's not much in the fo'c'sle of a ship
    But old sea boots and chests that stand in rows
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • All hands on deck, below there!
    The storm is coming soon,
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  • "Nothing but damn fools sail the sea,"
    Said the Captain to me.
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  • Three long years a-sailing, three long years a-whaling,
    Kicking through the ice floes, caught in calm or gale,
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • The sails hang dead, or they lift and flap like a cornfield scarecrow's coat,
    And the seabirds swim abreast of us like ducks that pla
    24 lines, 2 comments
  • We couldn't make him out; he seldom spoke;
    We never caught him smiling at a joke —
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  • They drank the bitter, salt wine of the sea,
    They breathed up drowning bubbles from below
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  • The Spring blew trumpets of color;
    Her Green sang in my brain—
    13 lines
  • Oh, it's easy come and it's easy go
    With most of the little girls I know,—
    26 lines
  • I have a table, cot and chair
    And nothing more. The walls are bare
    32 lines
  • Good-bye to Dirty Kate's saloon —
    Walk 'er round!
    48 lines
  • These are the songs that we sing with crowding feet,
      Heaving up the anchor chain,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Going down to sea in ships
    Is a glorious thing,
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  • Tell them, O Sky-born, when I die
    With high romance to wife,
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  • Where the vast and cloudless sky was broken by one
          crow
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  • Shanghaied! . .  . I swore I'd stay ashore
    And sail the wide, wide seas no more! . . .
    20 lines
  • Have you ever seen a shining ship
    Riding the broad-backed wave,
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  • As I sat on a Kansas hilltop,
          While, far away from my,
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  • Seared bone-white by the glare of summer weather,
    Cast side-long, on the barren beach she lies,
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  • The Devil take the cook, that old grey-bearded fellow,
    Yo ho, haul away!
    56 lines
  • When all the sea's high ships
    Have dropped beyond my sky
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  • I am eighty years old and somewhat,
    But I give to God the praise
    48 lines

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