Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Boneyard Beach is a good name for the driftwood covered beach at Big Talbot Island. Very usual trees, shaped like skeletons with pale white limbs that are twisted by the ocean winds and waves at Nassau Sound. The beach is unspoiled and no motor vehicles allowed and a beautiful place for hiking.
Song of the Sea
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.
Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar…
Oh, how a fruit-bearing
fig tree feels your coming
high up in the moonlight.
Writer and poet, Rilke was considered one of the greatest lyric poets of modern Germany. He created the "object poem" as an attempt to describe with utmost clarity physical objects, the "silence of their concentrated reality." He became famous with such works as Duineser Elegien and Die Sonette an Orpheus . They both appeared in 1923. After these books, Rilke had published his major works, believing that he had done his best as a writer.
During the morning on Memorial Day, I went to the Bluff at Big Talbot Island. From the beach you can see the George Crady Bridge. The waters of Nassau Sound are crystal blue and sparkles from the sunlight. William Wordsworth poem "Upon Westminster Bridge" is very appropriate for the feel of the "beauty of the morning" and "all bright and glittering in the smokeless air..." I have attached an audio recording of the poem produced by poetictouch2012 on You Tube.
Upon Westminster Bridge
EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
By William Wordsworth
("Upon Westminster Bridge" produced by poetictouch2012)