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Young Sea – Poem by Carl Sandburg

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The sea is never still. 
It pounds on the shore 
Restless as a young heart, 
Hunting.
The sea speaks 
And only the stormy hearts 
Know what it says: 
It is the face 
of a rough mother speaking. 
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The sea is young. 
One storm cleans all the hoar 
And loosens the age of it. 
I hear it laughing, reckless. 
They love the sea, 
Men who ride on it 
And know they will die 
Under the salt of it 
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Let only the young come, 
Says the sea. 
Let them kiss my face 
And hear me. 
I am the last word 
And I tell 
Where storms and stars come from. 

 

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