When I was a kid, my family always spent a week camping in Rhode Island. We spent many days at the beach, but we also spent time at Beavertail State Park in Jamestown. My parents loved to sit and watch the waves crashing over the rocks and the ships in the bay. My favorite part of being at Beavertail was examining the many tide pools that dotted the rocks when the tide was out. I imagined that I was a marine biologist, studying the seaweed and mollusks that braved the harsh conditions of these rocky oases.
I was reminded of these tide pools last week when a friend and I visited the Yale Center for British Art to see “‘Of Green Leaf, Bird, and Flower’: Artists’ Books and the Natural World,” an exhibit which celebrates the work of “self-taught naturalists and artists [who] recorded and observed the natural world around them from the sixteenth century to the present.” The variety of artistic responses and creativity on display was stunning. In addition to traditional sketches and watercolors, there were collages, works of cut paper, dioramas, and mixed media.
I found this collage of sea weed specimens especially charming. Apparently creating this kind of sea weed collage was a popular activity in the 19th century, and E.L. Aveline’s poem, “Flowers of the Ocean, often accompanies such pieces. The poem appeared in The Mother’s Fables, in Verse, Designed, Through the Medium of Amusement, to Convey to the Minds of Children Some Useful Precepts of Virtute and Benevolence in 1812. The title page of this volume urges readers to “Find tongues in trees, books in running brooks/Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.” Not bad advice, and the artwork in this exhibit demonstrates that many people followed it faithfully.
Flowers of the Ocean
Call us not weeds—we are flowers of the sea;
For lovely, and bright, and gay-tinted are we,
Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers;
Then call us not weeds—we are Ocean’s gay flowers.
Not nursed like the plants of a summer parterre,
When gales are but sighs of an evening air;
Our exquisite, fragile, and delicate forms
Are nursed by the ocean, and rocked by its storms.
by E.L. Aveline
“Of Green Leaf, Bird, and Flower” is on display until August 10. If you’re near New Haven, it’s worth the trip. Please be sure to visit Janet and Sylvia at Poetry for Children for the Poetry Friday Roundup.
11 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Flowers of the Ocean”
Love this seaweed poem! oops, i mean Ocean’s Gay Flowers! I would have loved to see that exhibit. I used to go to that museum when I lived in CT many years ago. I miss the Yale campus, especially the theatre!
Oh, I loved that poem! Thanks so much for sharing. I’ve spent many an hour, day and year ocean side slipping around on seaweed covered rocks and uncovering tiny crabs.
Sounds like a wonderful exhibit! And what a beautiful poem! I love the image of sea flowers being “nursed by the ocean, and rocked by its storms.”
Lovely! Thank you for sharing.
Another seaside poem to keep me yearning for a beach vacation. At least with poetry I can be there in my mind. Thanks for sharing with us today. = )
Thanks for sharing your visit to the Yale Center for British Art with us. This is worth savoring: “Find tongues in trees, books in running brooks/Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.”
I followed your link to the exhibit, and it looks wonderful. So glad you had the chance to experience it. Thanks for sharing it with us, too 🙂
What a great post. I love your reminiscences and the image and the poem. It sounds like a great exhibit. It reminds me of Emily Dickinson’s pressed leaves.
The voice of the seaweeds…so dignified! My favorite thing about this is learning that there was once a fashion for collecting and arranging seaweed. People are so interesting…
Yes, who would EVER have imagined that collecting and arranging seaweed was once popular! (I wonder how it would turn out to arrange these in a dehydrator.)
I’ve never been around the ocean much, so even seaweed/flowers are exotic to me!