Sailboat — a Poem by Stacy Rae Lake

A sailboat's dream is to dream big.

An earth angel with cement wings and heavy feet

cries out far and deep inside for help

Her very core

now dry and alien

She is drifting lost with an ill fated humanity.

Émile Nelligan et la Beauté cruelle

Le 24 juin c'est La Fête Nationale du Quebec.

Certe, il ne faut avoir qu'un amour en ce monde,
Un amour, rien qu'un seul, tout fantasque soit-il;
Et moi qui le recherche ainsi, noble et subtil,
Voilà qu'il m'est à l'âme une entaille profonde.

Little Houses by Russell Rosander

Little houses...

We all live in little houses
without any trousers,
where all the walls are mirrors.
Where all of our senses
and all our defenses
reflect only our desires and our fears.

Lionel Johnson and The Precept of Silence

The precept of silence in a bottle of absinthe.

I Know you: solitary griefs
Desolate passions, aching hours!
I know you: tremulous beliefs,
Agonized hopes, and ashen flowers!

What It's All About: A Sailing Poem

Sailing is the noblest and the best-compensated of all the arts.

No, you cannot find the world of waters in a motor boat.
You cannot help but find it in a sailboat,
for that world of water and sky, wind and tide,
is not only about you but part of you as well.
It is your motor as well as your resistance —
your safeguard as well as your enemy.