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 ···



9 comments:

  1. Wow that is awesome, especially for us lighthouse lovers.

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  2. Very nice.. thanks for sharing :)

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  3. Sniff, makes me homesick, sigh . . . .

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

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  5. Bandit, for an educated dog....

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

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

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