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GFC 05-18-2015 10:20 PM

Can you hear the call?
 
Every once in awhile I read something or hear a song that seems to reach out to me. It sticks in my mind and, at first, it won’t go away. Then I realize that it is sticking in my mind BECAUSE it’s calling me. I thought I’d share a few of those, and hope you will add some of your favorite quotes, songs or sayings. Let’s keep it clean and in the spirit in which this is posted.

First, from Robert Frost’s poem “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening”….
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”

The next is also from a Robert Frost poem, “The Road Not Taken”….
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I—
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.”

This next one isthe poem “Sea Fever” by John Masefield....
“I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.”


This last quote is one I read today. It’s from the June 2015 issue of Power & Motoryachts. It is from the book “Travels with Charley” by John Steinbeck.

“Once a journey is designed, equipped and put into process, a new factor enters and takes over. A trip, a safari an exploration is an entity, different from all other journeys. It has a personality, temperament, individuality, uniquesness.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policy and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip, a trip takes us."


OK all ye old salts. Let’s hear from you about that special poem or whatever it was that called out to you. If you feel like sharing the reasons behind why your particular verse called out to you, please do.

Marin 05-18-2015 10:50 PM

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Never cared much for poetry other than song lyrics and the songs I like have nothing to do with boating.

But every now and then a particular phrase will strike a chord and stick with me. I can only think of one right now that has anything to do with boating or the sea, and that's the phrase "the steam-valve sigh of a whale surfacing in the distance."

This is something I can relate to because one of the places we boat (and we're going for the next couple of weeks) puts us in pretty close proximity with humpback, gray, and minke whales. Halibut fishing the way we do it is a silent proposition in that we don't use a motor while we're doing it. So it's just us and the sounds around us up north. And when a whale surfaces, either close by or a mile or more away, that's exactly what it sounds like.

Conrad 05-19-2015 12:54 AM

Your quote from Sea Fever is my #1 inspiration, followed by:

The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.

Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life? ”

― Sterling Hayden, Wanderer

Old deckhand 05-19-2015 01:30 AM

It is well with my soul.

Peter B 05-19-2015 05:17 AM

I like the old John Denver song, "High Calypso"…it always make me think of things nautical.

Steve 05-19-2015 07:33 AM

One of my favorites is, The Ocean's Roar I clipped it from a forum or website years ago the author was not listed, I don't know who wrote it but it is very much like the quote in Conrad's post #3

THE OCEAN'S ROAR
A small boy heard the ocean roar,
There are secrets on my distant shore,
But beware my child, the ships bell’s wail,
Wait not to long to start to sail.

So quickly come and go the years,
And a young adult stands abeach with fears,
Come on, Come on the ocean cussed,
Time passes on. Oh sail you must.

Now its business in mid-aged prime,
And maybe tomorrow there will be time,
Now is too soon, its raining today,
Gone all gone-years are eaten away.

An old man looks, still feeling the lure,
Yet he’ll suffer the pain, than go for the cure,
The hair is white, the steps with care,
The tide has turned, he is aware.

So all too soon the secrets are buried,
Along with him and all regrets he carried,
And it’s not for the loss of secrets he cried,
But rather because he’d never tried.

O C Diver 05-19-2015 09:02 AM

There is nothing absolutely nothing half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.

Wind in the Willows


Ted

Off Duty 05-19-2015 10:20 AM

Great post.
Subscribed.
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Carolena 05-19-2015 10:39 AM

We lost a very close friend last week in a very sudden and tragic way. This poem has given me some solace. Rest in peace Nikki Alex:

Gone From My Sight by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.

And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"

And that is dying...

Puffin_NT32 05-19-2015 11:13 AM

"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

loafs and fishes 05-19-2015 11:34 AM

My signature, from the song "Cool Change" by the Little River Band, Circa 1979.
See below

GFC 05-19-2015 12:48 PM

Thanks Guys for all your postings, and please keep 'em coming.

Loaves and Fishes, and PeterB, "Calypso" and "Cool Change" long been my favorite songs. In my junior high school years I spent probably thousands of hours sailing on Lake Huron, by myself, often from before the sun rose to well after it set. I miss those times.
"If there's one thing
In my life that's missing
It's the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool
And bright clear water"

Marin 05-19-2015 03:09 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Carolena (Post 334167)
We lost a very close friend last week in a very sudden and tragic way. This poem has given me some solace

I typically avoid poetry like the plague but that piece you put up is outstanding. I'm going to print it off and keep it. Very, very cool way of looking at things.

Thanks a lot for taking the time to write it out and post it.

Cheers,

Wayfarer 05-19-2015 03:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by GFC (Post 334076)
This last quote is one I read today. It’s from the June 2015 issue of Power & Motoryachts. It is from the book “Travels with Charley” by John Steinbeck.

“Once a journey is designed, equipped and put into process, a new factor enters and takes over. A trip, a safari an exploration is an entity, different from all other journeys. It has a personality, temperament, individuality, uniquesness.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policy and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip, a trip takes us."

This one really resonated with me as well. I really enjoyed that book. If you haven't read it, I recommend it. There's even a heroic tale of how he saved his own boat from a hurricane.

"Fft" - Charley

CaptTom 05-19-2015 03:54 PM

Great thread!

Here's a sailing song that event his old stinkpotter can't resist, CSN's Southern Cross:

Got out of town on a boat
Goin' to Southern Islands
Sailing a reach
Before a followin' sea
She was makin' for the trades
On the outside
And the downhill run
To Papeete
Off the wind on this heading
Lie the Marquesas
We got eighty feet of the waterline
Nicely making way
In a noisy bar in Avalon
I tried to call you
But on a midnight watch I realized
Why twice you ran away
Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'
What Heaven brought you and me
Cannot be forgotten
(Been around the world)
I have been around the world
(Lookin')
Lookin' for that woman-girl
(Who knows she knows)
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will
When you see the Southern Cross
For the first time
You understand now
Why you came this way
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from
Is so small
But it's as big as the promise
The promise of a comin' day
So I'm sailing for tomorrow
My dreams are a dyin'
And my love is an anchor tied to you
Tied with a silver chain
I have my ship
And all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left
And music is her name
Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'
What Heaven brought you and me
Cannot be forgotten
(I been around the world)
I have been around the world
(Lookin')
Lookin' for that woman-girl
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will
And you know it will, yes
So we cheated and we lied
And we tested
And we never failed to fail
It was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody fine will come along
Make me forget about loving you
And the Southern Cross

Northern Spy 05-19-2015 04:14 PM

The pragmatic in me...

The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.

JB

dhmeissner 05-19-2015 05:31 PM


Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away.
What care I how time advances;
I am drinking ale today.

--Edgar Allen Poe

janice142 05-19-2015 06:32 PM

Sea Fever of course, but of late this quote has resonated with me:

One of the reasons things can be hard to part with is that we invest them with value they don't really have. We bought things for who we wanted to be so we mourn not being that person now. If you can concentrate instead on who you are becoming it will help. Linda Sand.

Northern Spy 05-19-2015 06:44 PM

The sea is selective. Slow at recognition of effort and aptitude, but fast in sinking the unfit.

Reisenberg saying, NY Maritime.

jimbob 05-19-2015 07:03 PM

The maintenance log book left me by the PO of my boat had a quote from MARK TWAIN on the cover that hit a chord with me " GETTING OLD IS JUST THE PROCESS OF MIND OVER MATTER__IF YOU DON'T MIND- IT DOESN'T MATTER" :thumb:


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