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.
Popular poetry
- When there wakes any wind to shake this place,
This wave-hemmed atom of land on which I dwell,27 lines - 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 me24 lines, 1 comment - 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 figurehead18 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 - There's not much in the fo'c'sle of a ship
But old sea boots and chests that stand in rows16 lines, 1 comment - All hands on deck, below there!
The storm is coming soon,35 lines, 1 comment - "Nothing but damn fools sail the sea,"
Said the Captain to me.3 lines, 1 comment - 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 pla24 lines, 2 comments - They drank the bitter, salt wine of the sea,
They breathed up drowning bubbles from below16 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 bare32 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 - Shanghaied! . . . I swore I'd stay ashore
And sail the wide, wide seas no more! . . .20 lines - Seared bone-white by the glare of summer weather,
Cast side-long, on the barren beach she lies,19 lines - The Devil take the cook, that old grey-bearded fellow,
Yo ho, haul away!56 lines - I am eighty years old and somewhat,
But I give to God the praise48 lines

