In the sea entirely

Herring gull, I saw you today
Flying in the hills of clouds,
You did not leave the fish,
You did not leave the hooks.

Yes yes, I know what I heard,
Dear bird, I heard you hurrying,
All the fish did with a view.
Can you cannot count entirely.

Can you recollect can you remember
What day it was that you took to the wing.
Today and day after tomorrow.
No you do not and I am so uneasy.

Did you surprise in whitecaps revisited.
All the time.
I understand why you are not better liked.
You do so and very well.

The fish have been very annoyed by
Your impertinence.
You have endeavored to do so
But without success.

Sincerely yours and not carelessly,
The rest of the afternoon.
You see the explanation of this.
The fish will not be pleased altogether.

In the sea and for the sea.
I do not mean that I criticize.
It is not necessary to tell me
That the fish will suffer-

Dear me it is getting late.
This was not done.
Now as to the word meal-
In this way you cannot conquer;

Looks to me. I say nothing.
Indeed you are discreet and timid.
The land is very near and is seen
And the shore fixes it.

Not necessarily here it is more
A means to satisfy myself;
I am obliged to be careful or not.
This has ended very well
(Some fish are very happy).

Winslow Homer - The Fog Warning, 1885

43 comments on “In the sea entirely

  1. Fomtriok says:

    That has got to be one of the greatest concluding lines in a poem I have ever seen: Some fish are very happy. And the poem itself was quite inspiring!

  2. Such a wonderful dialog you imagined, talking to the gulls, being a bit like them yourself, with your desires to take fish from their sea….I too love the last line:)

  3. Devon Brock says:

    Well done, Lance. So very well said and I will say no more, my friend, except what a stunning portrayal of the irritations of gulls.

    D

  4. Oh, I absolutely love this poem. You are so gifted Lance, I never cease to be amazed when I read your poetry!

  5. Well done! as always an excellent poem. Good luck Lance.

  6. crazywitch25 says:

    Everyone else got a reply but me… I don’t love you either ๐Ÿ˜ฆ You do write good poetry. I empathize with the fish. They are happy to be alive one more day.

  7. charef says:

    L’homme bien ancrรฉ dans sa barque. L’oiseau libre dans le ciel. Le poisson heureux nage dans l’eau. Merci pour cette bouffรฉe d’air frais au poรจte.
    Charef

  8. The gulls, the sea, the fish, the irritations and the harmonies. This poem felt like a choppy sea. Love how your poems always intrigue and seem so masterfully crafted.

  9. A lot of thanks from the gulls, Lance ! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  10. lampmagician says:

    Reblogged this on lampmagician and commented:
    Sincerely ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ™

  11. allenrizzi says:

    Loved it Lance, especially because I am sitting under an etching of my great uncle (James E. Allen) titled “The Trawlers.”

  12. francisashis says:

    ‘Some fish are very happy’ so I am, after reading your lovely poem I think my writing seems to be spam.๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ™

  13. francisashis says:

    Sir,the little I write is all because of inspirations of great writers like you,I am humbled by your simplicity despite being so great a poet.Most welcome sir.๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒน

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  15. Very beautiful poem, the seagull will continue flying over the sea looking for food. Lovely verses!๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ

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