Open Prayer

Complied by Jesse Halsey | Abingdon-Cokesbury Press |1951
In Memoriam
Frederick Isham Halsey
1912-1939

The sea tugged at his heart with all its tides,

            Its colors and rhythms and tumults; and tall ships

Passing at dawn or pausing at twilight were always

            In his eyes and his talk and at his finger tips.

Beautiful, big-eyed, with rebellious hair

            I watch him in a stiff wind with his boat,

Letting her have it; and I watch him roping her

            Down at the dock and the spray all over his coat.

And we watch him again at the wharf

            With the rising wind and the water suckling him out to sea;

And he gets in his boat and heads into the dawn-drift.

            To chat with a certain Captain from Galilee.

-from a poem by Joseph Auslander

"The Sea Tugged at His Heart"

(In Memoriam: S. C.)

The sea tugged at his heart with all its tides,

            Its colors and rhythms and tumults; and tall ships

Passing at dawn or pausing at twilight were always

            In his eyes and his talk and at his fingertips.

He would show me drawings I only half understood:

            Mechanical plans and charts of schooners and whalers,

Brigs and brigantines, luggers and galleys and galleons—

            And salt was in his talk like the talk of sailors.

Beautiful, big eyed, with rebellious hair,

            I watch him in a stiff wind with his boat,

Letting her have it; and I watch him roping her

            Down at the dock and the spray all over his coat.

And I watch him again at our sloshy old wharf with the rising

            Wind and water suckling him out to sea;

And he gets in his boat and heads into the dawndrift.

            To chat with a certain Captain from Galilee.

To show Him his charts and plans as sailor to sailor,

            To speak as one seaman to another, observing

The beauty of ships, the bravery of men, the terrible

            Glory of the gray gulls plunging and swerving.

Dead? This boy with the sea in his eyes and the morning

            Still great and new in his blood like a trumpet with tones

Lavish and marvelous? Dead? With the sea birds crying

            And the wind and the water crying in his head.

By Joseph Auslander

[On July 1, 1937, Joseph Auslander began his term as the first Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress. Auslander was noted for his war poems; his best-known work, The Unconquerables (1943), is a collection of poems addressed to the German-occupied countries of Europe.
Auslander was selected for the position, which originally had no fixed term, by Librarian of Congress Herbert Putnam. Auslander served as consultant until December 8, 1941, by which time subsequent Librarian of Congress Archibald MacLeish had decided to rotate the consultantship among American poets.]