Moored Yachts. For Yachts Lovers I. Benalmadena Puerto Marina

by Jenny Rainbow

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Moored Yachts. For Yachts Lovers I. Benalmadena Puerto Marina

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Jenny Rainbow

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Photograph - Photography

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Graceful yachts moored in Benalmadena Puerto Maria, Spain.

Benalmadena Puerto Marina rates amongst the best in the world, proof of which is the fact that it is several times winner of the 'Best Marina in the World' award. With 1,100 moorings for boats of all nationalities and up to 6 meters long, Benalmadena Port - 'Puerto Marina' is one of the Costa del Sol's busiest centres by day and night.


The Yachts.

contend in a sea which the land partly encloses
shielding them from the too-heavy blows
of an ungoverned ocean which when it chooses

tortures the biggest hulls, the best man knows
to pit against its beatings, and sinks them pitilessly.
Mothlike in mists, scintillant in the minute

brilliance of cloudless days, with broad bellying sails
they glide to the wind tossing green water
from their sharp prows while over them the crew crawls

ant-like, solicitously grooming them, releasing,
making fast as they turn, lean far over and having
caught the wind again, side by side, head for the mark.

In a well guarded arena of open water surrounded by
lesser and greater craft which, sycophant, lumbering
and flittering follow them, they appear youthful, rare

as the light of a happy eye, live with the grace
of all that in the mind is feckless, free and
naturally to be desired. Now the sea which holds them

is moody, lapping their glossy sides, as if feeling
for some slightest flaw but fails completely.
Today no race. Then the wind comes again. The yachts

move, jockeying for a start, the signal is set and they
are off. Now the waves strike at them but they are too
well made, they slip through, though they take in canvas.

Arms with hands grasping seek to clutch at the prows.
Bodies thrown recklessly in the way are cut aside.
It is a sea of faces about them in agony, in despair

until the horror of the race dawns staggering the mind;
the whole sea become an entanglement of watery bodies
lost to the world bearing what they cannot hold. Broken,

beaten, desolate, reaching from the dead to be taken up
they cry out, failing, failing! their cries rising
in waves still as the skillful yachts pass over.

William Carlos Williams

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December 22nd, 2012

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