Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives.
Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the moon with the sound of the voices we love;
But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and the dance of the wild foam's glee;
Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where the low sky mates with the sea.
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From guest disha (contact)
there is no explanation atleast summarry of4-5 lines was must in conclusion -
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For guest disha
That is true. there is no summary. Perhaps YOU could write one?
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The Coromandel Fishers
From guest Ulla Charles (contact)
I first learnt this poem in year 6 some 45 years ago, and the vivid imagery has stayed with me. I can still recite parts of it, and in a month's time I intend travelling to the Coromandel peninsula to experience its ambience for real! -
REALLY TOUCHING
From guest SHERRY (contact)
I M NO POETESS BUT I M JUST A GIRL WHO IS REALLY INSPIRED BY HER POETRY -
It is a very good poem.
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i like thepoem, even though i am not apoem enthusiast. i'm just anamerican kid who got loaded with an unknown indian author for project work.
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One of the wonderful poems - the words, language unmatchable.
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Good poem – it caught my eye because of the name… There is Coromandel (small town & peninsula) in New Zealand, but I had no idea it was named after a place in India…
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