The Wild Unbounded Sea

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This artwork was made using collage techniques using the words of the poem 'The Sea The Sea' by Barry Cornwall. In this 'Boat Series', the coastline of the United Kingdom and fishing vessels were the inspiration.


Words from the poem are ripped, torn, cut, and collaged to create this painting that illustrates the freedom and romance associated with the open sea and fishing boats in Cornwall and all around the coastline of the British Isles. Some parts of the poem can also be read on closer inspection.


This print looks great framed and displayed on any wall. These designs are also available as coasters, table mats, and greeting cards.


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The Sea The Sea! By Barry Cornwall


THE SEA! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth’s wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;         
Or like a cradled creature lies.
 
I ’m on the sea! I ’m on the sea!
I am where I would ever be;
With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe’er I go;         10
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.
 
I love, O, how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the moon         
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the sou’west blasts do blow.
 
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I lov’d the great sea more and more,         
And backwards flew to her billowy breast,
Like a bird that seeketh its mother’s nest;
And a mother she was, and is, to me;
For I was born on the open sea!
The waves were white, and red the morn,         
 
In the noisy hour when I was born;
And the whale it whistled, the porpoise roll’d,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
And never was heard such an outcry wild
As welcom’d to life the ocean-child!         
 
I ’ve liv’d since then, in calm and strife,
Full fifty summers, a sailor’s life,
With wealth to spend and a power to range,
But never have sought nor sighed for change;
And Death, whenever he comes to me,         
Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea!
Picture
Jamie Poole