Travel is an avenue I've chosen. it shakes me loose of routines. cleanses my mind of assumptions. makes room for child-like awe of a world bursting with treasures.
Travel is an avenue I've chosen. illuminated by poets, painters, and the printing press.
the human story of foreign geography. unveiled like the sun after mid-afternoon thunderstorms.
Amazing artists, journalists, and poets brought depth to my understanding of Maine's geography and people. One poem I fell in love with is featured below.
written by Edna Vincent Millay
born in Rockland, Maine (1892 -1950)
People that build their houses inland,People that buy a plot of ground
Shaped like a house, and build a house there,
Far from the sea-board, far from the sound
Of water sucking the hollow ledges,
Tons of water striking the shore,—
What do they long for, as I long for
One salt smell of the sea once more?
People the waves have not awakened,
Spanking the boats at the harbour's head,
What do they long for, as I long for,—
Starting up in my inland bed,
Beating the narrow walls, and finding
Neither a window nor a door,
Screaming to God for death by drowning,—
One salt taste of the sea once more?
Otherwise, check back in a few days for Part 3B.
More reflections upon art and nature in Maine to come!