"I need the sea because it teaches me"
On the Blue shore of Silence, Poems of the Sea
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.
Poem bu Dutch artist and poet Willem Hussem,
1900-1974, wallpainting in Leiden, The Netherlands