Saturday, May 9, 2009

....a poem


The Light-Keeper

The brilliant kernel of the night,
The flaming lightroom circles me:
I sit within a blaze of light

Held high above the dusky sea.
Far off the surf doth break and roar
Along bleak miles of moonlit shore,

Where through the tides the tumbling wave
Falls in an avalanche of foam
And drives its churned waters home
Up many an undercliff and cave.

··· Robert Louis Stevenson 1850-1894 ···


Posted by caite at 4:59 AM
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9 comments:

  1. Sandy NawrotMay 9, 2009 at 6:07 AM

    Wow that is awesome, especially for us lighthouse lovers.

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  2. Desert RoseMay 9, 2009 at 8:06 AM

    Very nice.. thanks for sharing :)

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  3. KayeMay 9, 2009 at 8:49 AM

    Sniff, makes me homesick, sigh . . . .

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  4. caiteMay 9, 2009 at 10:21 AM

    I didn't want to make anyone cry...lol...blame that Stevenson feller!

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  5. Bandit JackMay 9, 2009 at 1:38 PM

    kernel?! like POPCORN!?

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  6. caiteMay 9, 2009 at 2:24 PM

    Bandit, for an educated dog....

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  7. Bandit JackMay 10, 2009 at 11:40 PM

    i'm quite educated. i can roll over, speak italian & i know just who to solicit for a belly rub ; ).

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  8. Ruth KingMay 12, 2009 at 5:10 PM

    This has always been one of my favorite poems. I think it's part of the reason I enjoyed Robert Louis Stevenson in high school when everyone else was groaning and rolling their eyes.

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  9. caiteMay 12, 2009 at 6:57 PM

    I found it interesting that his father was an engineer who built lighthouses.

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