Showing posts with label Sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sea. Show all posts

Thursday, June 20, 2024

"The Slow Pacific Swell" by Yvor Winters

The Slow Pacific Swell

By Yvor Winters (1902-1968)

Far out of sight stands the sea,
Bounding the land with pale tranquility.
When a small child, I watched it from a hill
At thirty miles or more. The vision still
Lies in the eye, soft blue and far away:
The rain has washed the dust from April day;
Paint-brush and lupine lie against the ground;
The wind above the hill-top has the sound
Of distant water in unbroken sky;
Dark and precise the little steamers ply--
Firm in direction the seem not to stir.
That is illusion. The artificer
Of quiet, distance holds me in a vise
And holds the ocean steady to my eyes.

Once when I rounded Flattery, the sea
Hove its loose weight like sand to tangle me
Upon the washing deck, to crush the hull;
Subsiding, dragged flesh at the bone. The skull
Felt the retreating wash of dreaming hair.
Half drenched in dissolution, I lay bare.
I scarcely pulled myself erect; I came
Back slowly, slowly knew myself the same.
That was the ocean. From the ship we saw
Grey whales for miles: the long sweep of the jaw,
The blunt head plunging clean above the wave.
And one rose in a tent of sea and gave
A darkening shudder; water fell away;
The whale stood shining, and then sank in spray.

A landsman, I. The sea is but a sound.
I would be near it on a sandy mound,
And hear the steady rushing of the deep
While I lay stinging in the sand with sleep.
I have lived inland long. The land is numb.
It stands beneath the feet, and one may come
Walking securely, till the sea extends
Its limber margin, and precision ends.
By night a chaos of commingling power,
The whole Pacific hovers hour by hour.
The slow Pacific swell stirs on the land,
Sleeping to sink away, withdrawing land,
Heaving and wrinkled in the moon, and blind;
Or gathers seaward, ebbing out of mind.


The Selected Poetry of Yvor Winters. By Yvor Winters and R. L. Barth. Swallow Press, 1999, 176 pages. VSCL.


California Poetry: From the Gold Rush to the Present.  Edited by Dana Gioia, Chryss Yost and Jack Hicks.  Santa Clara University, 2004, 376 pages. VSCL.


Four Days at Grayland by Michael P. Garofalo  Pacific Coast travel and camping adventures in Washington, Oregon, and Northern California. 
Guides, Links, Bibliography, Research, Photographs, Commentary, Notes, Travel Information, Hiking trips, Outdoor Fun, Natural History. A special emphasis on Native American People of the Pacific Northwest.  Focus on US Highway 101.  Yurt camping tips and techniques.














Wednesday, December 06, 2023

Netarts Bay Oregon

Netarts Bay, Oregon

Yurt Camping Day 3, December 6, 2023, Wednesday

I will post more information and my photographs after I return from Cape Lookout on Thursday, 12/7. There is no Internet cell service at Cape Lookout.  

Images of the Oregon Coast on the Internet:
















Monday, December 04, 2023

High Tides and Intense Storm for the Northwest Coast

I had to cancel my Yurt camping trip to Cape Lookout State Park, Oregon, scheduled from  December 5 to December 8, 2023. A major storm will bring a predicted 6 inches of rain to the coast, extensive flooding, high winds, and increasing high tides. They call it an "atmospheric river." 

I've been on the Oregon Coast before in these types of storms and you must stay indoors all the time or you will get soaked. Driving on the few twisting two-lane roads in the hilly terrain of the Oregon Coastal mountains is also quite dangerous in this kind of weather. Also, some roads by bays become closed because of flooding. Time to hunker down at our home in Vancouver during this coming heavy storm.

King Tides - Wikipedia

Northwest USA Pacific Coast (Oregon and Washington)

King Tides Forecast: 

November 25 – 27, 2023
December 13 – 15, 2023
January 11 – 13, 2024


Here are some photographs of King Tides from the Internet:






















Monday, May 21, 2018

Sailing Through the Northwest Passage


I really enjoyed watching the documentary about people sailing the Northwest Passage in the Arctic realms of Northern Canada.  The documentary is now on Netflix and is titled "The Polar Sea."  

Because of global warming the ice is melting in this polar region with a dramatic effect on the landscape, animals, and humans. 







Stan Rogers (1949-1983) composed this song, "Northwest Passage."






"Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie
The sea route to the Orient for which so many died
Seeking gold and glory, leaving broken weathered bones
And a long forgotten lonely cairn of stones

Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea

Three centuries thereafer I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began
Watching cities rise before me, and behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer driving hard across the plain

Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
To make a Northwest Passage to the sea

Through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts
and showed a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea

How then am I so different from the first men to this way
Like them I led a sheltered life and threw it all away
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again

Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a northwest passage to the sea
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea."
-  Stan Rogers, 1981