Friday, March 09, 2012

A Poem for Shabbat I

Last September or October, at the school where I teach, I started what already has become a tradition, by sending a poem to my colleagues at the end of each week. I choose the poems from the poetry collection that I have at home. From this week onwards I will post my weekly choice on my weblog.

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
     And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
     And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
     And the tide rises, the tide falls.

(found in David Lehman, The Oxford Book of American Poetry (OUP, 2006))

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