"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" (excerpt) - Samuel Taylor Coleridge - dez belos poemas que falam de MAR (em inglês)

The sun over the high sea - photo by Fernando Costa

 "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"

The Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the
mariners' hollo!

And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay

That made the breeze to blow!


Samuel Taylor Coleridge