The Deep-Sea Cables – Kipling

Its National Poetry Month and the deep sea has struck the creativity and imagination of many passionate people, myself and my 2 blogging colleagues here as well. Here is a poem from Rudyard Kipling.

The Deep-Sea Cables

The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar —
Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are.
There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep,
Or the great gray level plains of ooze where the shell-burred cables creep.

Here in the womb of the world — here on the tie-ribs of earth
Words, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat —
Warning, sorrow and gain, salutation and mirth —
For a Power troubles the Still that has neither voice nor feet.

They have wakened the timeless Things; they have killed their father Time;
Joining hands in the gloom, a league from the last of the sun.
Hush! Men talk to-day o’er the waste of the ultimate slime,
And a new Word runs between: whispering, “Let us be one!”

One Reply to “The Deep-Sea Cables – Kipling”

  1. Boy: Do you like Kipling?
    Girl: I don’t know, sir, I’ve never kippled before.

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