- Poems about the sea
- I remember the sea - Pablo Neruda
- Mar - (Excerpt, Federico García Lorca)
- Facing the sea - (Octavio Paz)
- The Sea - (Jorge Luis Borges)
- The sea - (Excerpt, Mario Benedetti)
The poems about the sea are a tribute to the great bodies of salt water that cover most of the planet. Much has been written about the seas, both in scientific and poetic fields.
However, due to its vastness, many mysteries still remain. This has contributed to the abundance of poems about the sea in literature.
Poems about the sea
Below is a selection of poems about the sea by five renowned poets.
I remember the sea - Pablo Neruda
Chilean, have you been to the sea in this time?
Walk in my name, wet your hands and lift them up
and I from other lands will adore those drops
that fall from the infinite water on your face.
I know, I have lived all my coast, the thick North Sea, from the moors, to
the stormy weight of the foam on the islands.
I remember the sea, the cracked and iron shores
of Coquimbo, the haughty waters of Tralca, The lonely waves of the South that created me
I remember in Puerto Montt or on the islands, at night,
returning from the beach, the waiting boat, and our feet left fire in their tracks, the mysterious flames of a phosphorescent god.
Every footstep was a match trail.
We were writing the earth with stars.
And in the sea slipping the boat shook
a branch of sea fire, of fireflies, an innumerable wave of eyes that awakened
once and went back to sleep in its abyss.
Mar - (Excerpt, Federico García Lorca)
The sea is
the Lucifer of blue.
The sky fallen
for wanting to be the light.
Poor sea condemned
to eternal movement,
having previously been
still in the firmament!
But from your bitterness
love redeemed you.
You gave birth to Venus pure,
and your depth remained
virgin and painless.
Your sorrows are beautiful,
sea of glorious spasms.
But today instead of stars
you have greenish octopuses.
Endure your suffering,
formidable Satan.
Christ walked for you,
but so did Pan.
Facing the sea - (Octavio Paz)
The wave has no shape?
In an instant it is sculpted
and in another it crumbles
into the one that emerges, round.
Its movement is its form.
The waves retreat , haunches, backs, napes?
but the waves return , breasts, mouths, foam?
The sea dies of thirst.
He writhes, without anyone,
on his bed of rocks.
She dies of thirst for air.
The Sea - (Jorge Luis Borges)
Before sleep (or terror) wove
mythologies and cosmogony,
before time was coined into days,
the sea, the always sea, was already there and was.
Who is the sea? Who is that violent
and ancient being that gnaws the pillars
of the earth and is one and many seas
and abyss and brightness and chance and wind?
Whoever looks at it sees it for the first time,
always. With the amazement that
elemental things leave behind, the beautiful
afternoons, the moon, the fire of a bonfire.
Who is the sea, who am I? I will know the next day
that happens to the agony.
The sea - (Excerpt, Mario Benedetti)
What è l'incarnato dell`onda?
Valerio Magrelli
What is the sea ultimately?
Why seduces? Why tempts?
it usually invades us like a dogma
and forces us to be shore
swimming is a way of embracing it
to ask for revelations again
but the blows of water are not magic
there are dark waves that flood the daring
and mists that confuse everything
the sea is an alliance or a sarcophagus
of the infinite brings illegible messages
and ignored pictures of the abyss
sometimes transmits a disturbing
tense and elemental melancholy
the sea is not ashamed of its shipwrecked people it
is totally lacking in conscience
and yet it attracts tempts called
lame territories suicide
and tells stories of dark finish
References
- Neruda, P. (2004). General sing. Santiago de Chile: Pehuén Editores.
- García Lorca, F. (1991). Poetry book. Valencia: NoBooks Editorial.
- Paz, O. (1979). Poems (1935-1975). Barcelona: Seix Barral.
- Borges, JL (2000). New personal anthology. Mexico DF: XXI century.
- Benedetti, M. (2015). As an inventory. Madrid: Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial.