The faithful helm commands the keel,
From port to port fair breezes blow;
But the ship must sail the convex sea,
Nor may she straighter go.
So, man to man; in fair accord,
On thought and will the winds may wait;
But the world will bend the passing word,
Though its shortest course be straight.
From soul to soul the shortest line
At best will bended be:
The ship that holds the straightest course
Still sails the convex sea.
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Ok... I guess I really didn't understand this one... Yet. I'll get there. I consider myself to be a poet in the making, and to be a poet, you kinda have to think a little more out there.. Know what I mean? Well, I'll try to solve this puzzle and write back if I understand it.
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I agree with the first comment- this poem has a sense of freedom in it. It also has a small sense of competition, but that may just be the will to survive. I like the use of repition a lot.
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I don't perceive this to be about escape as the unknown user states above, I think either it is about getting away (which can be different than escape) or just venturing on into the vastness of the sea.
A good piece here.
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Maybe this was written while sailing away from the Australian shores.... Has a sense of freedom to it.
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