Maritime Sun Ltd
Yachting Guidance for Enjoying the Greek Sun and Sea
Poetry goes with the greek seas
Greek Island
by Mark Rickerby
Raven hair falling across the pillow. Denim hanging over a wooden chair. Half-written poems litter the table. The village is dancing, everywhere.
This frenetic crossroads of the world, bursting with life, is heaven to me. So many people I haven't met yet! So many places I've yet to see!
The wind is cool but the sun is rising. Bikes are waiting, tickets to anywhere. We'll ride this morning through the hills then relax in the sand without a care.
Tropical oils are carried by ancient winds as life-loving hedonists deepen their tans. A girl weaves bright threads into your hair. A radio plays melodies from faraway lands.
I dive from a cliff into the bright blue Aegean and return to you, fresh as a newborn child. We lie together on rocks 'til we're golden brown, then rush back home to heed the call of the wild.
On the way, a smiling man sells us homemade red wine as a spectacular sunset ends one more perfect day. The yellow lights of the village flicker and twinkle inviting everyone to come and eat, dance and play.
What else could we need in life? What else but this? Reveling in all that it is to be human and young.
How many live lifetimes never knowing this feeling? How many die with their sweetest songs unsung?So come with me, now - not tomorrow or "someday". Right now! Pack your bags. We're leaving tonight. The wide world is throbbing outside our windows. It's time to do EVERYTHING we said that we might!
Ithaka
by C. Cavafy
When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.
Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.
