Monday, June 3, 2013

Wherein I sing about the man and arms

Wherein I sing about the man and arms,
explain the time, occasion and then cease
to invoke fate; wherein it had first pleased
me to be hurled about by endless harm
on land and bay, by the remorseless charm
of long suffering war. Yet, first from these
came the virtue of obedience to the seas
and my own inclination to make the warm
altar a heavy weight. I felt myself lower
in the vainly believed shipwreck of spare
assurance, anchored under the tossed tower.
But, by their example, I kept fast to air
and the tranquil shoreline of inner power
remembered in the book that she had bared.

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