Tides

O patient shore, that canst not go to meet
Thy love, the restless sea, how comfortest
Thou all thy loneliness? Art thou at rest,
When, loosing his strong arms from round thy feet,
He turns away? Know’st thou, however sweet
That other shore may be, that to thy breast
He must return? And when in sterner test
He folds thee to a heart which does not beat,
Wraps thee in ice, and gives no smile, no kiss,
To break long wintry days, still dost thou miss
Naught from thy trust? Still, wait, unfaltering,
The higher, warmer waves which leap in spring?
O sweet, wise shore, to be so satisfied!
O heart, learn from the shore! Love has a tide!
by Helen Hunt Jackson
A Dark Pool
Laura Knight (1877–1970)1915
Renée Radell, The Tide, 1966.
Tiree Wave, Beth Robertson Fiddes. Scottish based landscape painter whose work focuses on the Scottish highlands, and Western Isles.
Low Tide, Tiree
Allison Young (b.1966)
Ruth Bernhard, In the Waves, 1945
Zohra Bensemra, Algerian photographer
Featured image: Detail from Alfred Sisley: The Cliff at Penarth, Evening, Low Tide 1897.
JosieHolford

Recent Posts

Train to Nowhere

"We were young and we were keen; Europe was in flames, and we were ready…

24 hours ago

A Bonfire in the Dark

When I was in the emergency room last year having busted my elbow, a nurse…

2 months ago

Locked Out

Most of us have done it at some point or another - accidentally locked ourselves…

2 months ago

The #1970 Club: Germaine Greer and The Female Eunuch

Thanks to the #1970 Club, I've spent the spare moments of the past week immersed…

2 months ago

The Forgetful Mog

Thanks to the #1970 Club,  I have a new mog in my life and a…

2 months ago

The #1970 Club: Language and Learning

The #1970 Club is starting tomorrow (October 14th) and I'm prepared with some reading and…

2 months ago