"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

ships

Ships That Pass In The Night

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“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,

Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness;

So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,

Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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“I look far out into the pregnant night,

Where I can hear a solemn booming gun

And catch the gleaming of a random light,

That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.”

Paul Laurence Dunbar

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Sunset Sailings

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Farewell To A Queen

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I watch and wait.

Watching as the sun slips down

Past the fishing nets

Into gently lapping golden waves.

Waiting for a queen of royal lineage.

 

The crowd quietens,

Then breaks into cheers.

She has appeared.


The Queen sails majestically out of harbour,

Into sunset.

And with her,

My friends…

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Photographs taken as my friends left Fort Cochin on the Queen Elizabeth yesterday and sailed off into the Arabian Sea.


The Passing

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You taught me Waiting with Myself —

Appointment strictly kept —

You taught me fortitude of Fate —

This — also — I have learnt —

 

An Altitude of Death, that could

No bitterer debar

Than Life — had done — before it –

Emily Dickinson

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