A series of Poems by Harry haines
Harry Haines A BRIDGE MORE FAIR
Such elegance over a muddy creek,A Raleigh cloak for common royality,
Harry Haines JUST ANOTHER SEA SONG
Pipe al hands, my bosun,
Get the sleeping watch topside
There’s a blow coming down from Iceland
Angrier than a jilted bride.
The white caps start their grinning,
The sky’s as weird as sin.
Batten down the hatches
There’s a north easter rushing in.
The spray’s as sharp as whipping
The skin from off your back,
The bowsprit starts a dipping
As we draw on the starboard tack.
Sailor reef the mainsail,
Keep the head just off the wind,
Then we’ll jibe and run before it
And pray the devil’s not behind.
It’s been like this since Jonah
Got swallowed by the whale
And so it will be always If you’re caught out in a gale.
The warm dry weather persists, The trees look languid with too much summer love
I neither prepare nor sniff its ending near; Perhaps afraid, but who cares what you say.
I now know how the seasons run, Have caught on to the simple two and two
Of living where night must follow day And would be less human if I weren’t afraid. But today the sky’s unclouded and the last hay As sweet to lie in as anything in May.
For more of Harry Haines Poems
-WAITING TO DESCEND Collected poems Harry Haines 1953-06 £11 – Obtainable by phone 023 92 583608 E-Mail firstname.lastname@example.org or from Lee- on -Solent Bookshop/ Waterstones bookshop Fareham Precinct