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| Eric Slate, "The Waterwitch" |
Thalassa
Put out to sea, my broken comrades
Let the old seaweed crack, the surge
Burgeon, oblivious of the last
Embarkation of feckless men
Let every adverse force converge
Here we must needs embark again.
Run up the sail, my heartsick comrades,
Let each horizon tilt and lurch.
You know the worst, your wills are fickle
Your values blurred, your hearts impure
And your past lives a ruined church
But let your poison be your cure.
Let the old seaweed crack, the surge
Burgeon, oblivious of the last
Embarkation of feckless men
Let every adverse force converge
Here we must needs embark again.
Run up the sail, my heartsick comrades,
Let each horizon tilt and lurch.
You know the worst, your wills are fickle
Your values blurred, your hearts impure
And your past lives a ruined church
But let your poison be your cure.
Put out to sea, ignoble comrades,
Whose records shall be noble yet
Butting through scarps of moving marble
The narwhal dares us to be free
By a high star our course is set
Our end is life. Put out to sea.
Louis MacNeice
"Let every adverse force converge/Here we must needs embark again." In one way, this poem is grim - things are against us, we are not what we should be, and we are heartsick...BUT, let's put out to sea, let's go, let's aim for something better. And that last line, that last line gets me - "Our end is life. Put out to sea." Can it be said better?
"Let every adverse force converge/Here we must needs embark again." In one way, this poem is grim - things are against us, we are not what we should be, and we are heartsick...BUT, let's put out to sea, let's go, let's aim for something better. And that last line, that last line gets me - "Our end is life. Put out to sea." Can it be said better?
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