Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Smoke and Steel. 1922.
VII. Passports4. North Atlantic
W
from horizon to horizon ..
when the salt and blue
fill a circle of horizons ..
I swear again how I know
the sea is older than anything else
and the sea younger than anything else.
My tenth father was a sea-lover,
a gipsy sea-boy, a singer of chanties.
(Oh Blow the Man Down!)
and yet the sea always changes.
and yet the sea keeps something back.
The sea is a worker, a thief and a loafer.
Why does the sea let go so slow?
Or never let go at all?
day after day,
the sea always the same
night after night,
fog on fog and never a star,
wind on wind and running white sheets,
bird on bird always a sea-bird—
so the days get lost:
it is neither Saturday nor Monday,
it is any day or no day,
it is a year, ten years.
what is a man, a child, a woman,
to the green and grinding sea?
The ropes and boards squeak and groan.
On the sea they know three children they have named:
Yesterday, Today, To-morrow.
I have wanted you.
I have called to you
on a day I counted a thousand years.
many women run in a man’s head,
phantom women leaping from a man’s forehead
.. to the railings … into the sea … to the
sea rim …
.. a man’s mother … a man’s wife … other
women …
I have known many women but there is only one sea.
I saw the North Star once
and our old friend, The Big Dipper,
only the sea between us:
“Take away the sea
and I lift The Dipper,
swing the handle of it,
drink from the brim of it.”
and five new stars for me in the rigging ropes,
and seven old stars in the cross of the wireless
plunging by night,
plowing by night—
Five new cool stars, seven old warm stars.
I have been left alone with the sea and the sea’s wife, the wind, for my last friends
And my kinfolk never knew anything about it at all.
The sea-kin of my thousand graves,
The sea and the sea’s wife, the wind,
They are all here to-night
between the circle of horizons,
between the cross of the wireless
and the seven old warm stars.
Out of a thousand sea-holes I come to-morrow.
I am a son of the sea
and the sea’s wife, the wind.