Usna Quotes

THE ROSE OF THE WORLD WHO dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder may betide, Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam, And Usna’s children died. We and the labouring world are passing by: Amid men’s souls, that waver and give place Like the pale waters in their wintry race, Under the passing stars, foam of the sky, Lives on this lonely face. Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode: Before you were, or any hearts to beat, Weary and kind one lingered by His seat; He made the world to be a grassy road Before her wandering feet.

U julu je moj otac odlazio u banju i ostavljao me s majkom i starijim bratom na milost i nemilost letnjih dana belih od žege i onesvešćujućih. Prevrtali smo, ošamućeni svetlom, tu veliku knjigu raspusta, čiji su svi listovi goreli sjajem i imali na dnu opojno slatko meso zlatnih krušaka. Adela se vraćala u svetla jutra, kao Pomona iz vatre užarenog dana, prosipajući iz kotarice šarenu lepotu sunca – sjajne trešnje, pune vode ispod prozračne kožice, crne višnje, čiji je miris prelazio ono što se ostvarivalo u ukusu; kajsije, u čijem se zlatnom mesu nalazila srž dugih popodneva; a pored te čiste poezije voća istovarivala je komađe mesa sa klavijaturom telećih rebara nabreklih snagom i hranljivošću, alge povrća, kao ubijene sepije i meduze – sirovi materijal ručka sa još neformiranim i jalovim ukusom, vegetativne i zemaljske primese koje su mirisale divljinom i poljem. Kroz tamni stan na prvom spratu zidane zgrade na trgu svaki dan je skroz prolazilo leto: tišina drhtavih vazdušnih slojeva, kvadrati svetla koji su na podu snivali svoj strasni san; melodija vergla izvučena iz najdublje zlatne žile dana; dva-tri takta refrena, koji je, sviran negde na klaviru, stalno iznova, malaksavao na suncu na belim pločicama, izgubljen u vatri dubokog dana. Pospremivši, Adela je pravila hlad u sobama navlačeći platnene zavese. Tada su se boje spuštale za oktavu dublje, senka je ispunjavala sobu, kao utonulu u svetlost morske dubine, ogledajući se još mutnije u zelenim zrcalima, a sva žega dana se odmarala na zavesama koje su se lako talasale od sanjarija podnevnih sati. Subotom popodne izlazio sam s majkom u šetnju. Iz polumraka trema ulazilo se odmah u sunčano kupanje dana. Prolaznici, hodajući u zlatu, imali su oči sužene od žege, kao slepljene medom, a malo podignuta gornja usna otkrivala im je desni i zube. I svi koji su hodali tog zlaćanog dana imali su tu grimasu žege, kao da je sunce svim svojim pristalicama bilo stavilo istu masku – zlatnu masku sunčanog bratstva, i svi, koji su danas išli ulicama, susreli su se, mimoilazili, stari i mladi, deca i žene, pozdravljali su se u prolazu tom maskom, naslikanom debelom, zlatnom bojom na licu, kezili su se jedni na druge tom bahantskom grimasom – varvarskom maskom paganskog kulta.

Assignments ashore and on ship came and went, but one’s academy classmates were forever. From Manila to Panama or Honolulu to Guantánamo Bay, the fraternity gathered just as if its members were still on the banks of the Severn.

Woes of a 25th century kid: "All of my friends have intergalactic UFOs but my parents aren't buying them for me. I hope they give me a surprise gift because my birthday is on the fourth of June, the independence day of USNA !

My senior year flew by and before I knew it, I was graduating from high school. I was never really fired up about going to the Naval Academy, but that’s easy to say after bombing out on the math part of the entrance exam. Little did I know that eventually, I would become part of the Naval Academy’s “Blue & Gold Program!” In time I would become a Math Teacher and a part of the Naval Academy’s “Blue & Gold Program!” Never mind, I did make it into Maine Maritime Academy at Castine, Maine. My interest in the sea was always merchant ships like the blue ribbon ocean liners and the sea itself. I was never really interested in fighting wars, or in warships for that matter. Perhaps it was that I had lost so many of my family to war that I hated the thought of people killing each other for what they considered a righteous cause. In spite of these feelings, I wound up with over forty years of military service. I knew that I was on the right track and at last my parents were proud of me. I was about to graduate with good grades and was following in the footsteps of “those that go down to the sea in ships.