The ships are lying in the bay,
The gulls are swinging round their spars;
My soul as eagerly as they
Desires the margin of the stars.
So much do I love wandering,
So much I love the sea and sky,
That it will be a piteous thing
In one small grave to lie.
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The first verse seems to be a beginning, and the second verse seems to be an end; and I mean this in the manner of 'life' and then of course 'death'. That's how it reads to me, and that's how I am taking it.
A good piece that Atkins has written here.
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Quite a good write the imagery and flow of the piece was great....very easy to relate too ...well done and thanks for sharing...keep up the good work
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short sweet and to the point..lol..its lovely...i really like the last line...gj
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grand stuff...can relate to it, tons...short, simple, but powerful..some what odd commenting on an oldpoetry poem..i dont know why...but..i read, i enjoyed..
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This flows so perfectly, and the rhyme scheme, I like. Very short, but a lot of imagery is used. Hmm..it's really early in the morning so I'm not sure if I can leave a proper critique, but I don't think this piece needs any critiquing. It's simply beautiful just the way it is.
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I want to write poetry for this website so i can become an expierienced wri
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