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You know, Athena, how grey mornings lengthen,
How stubborn mist obscures the garden's end –
The cold has settled on the bare tree's branches
And overhead the autumn's fury's spent.
The day's short passage is a galleon fading
Beyond the falseness of the smiling reef,
As yet unscathed and fearless of the sea
That, like a leopard waiting, may mean grief:
The far-flung islands' lure, their silent beaches
And stilted towns among the luscious green
Undo the sailors' focus, get them staring
And dreaming of the visions they have seen
In small, dark mirrors in some dingy harbour
That they lay moored in on their risky way,
Small ponds reflecting all they would have wanted,
Their fond destruction, slyly holding sway...
Don't shake your head, Athena – I beseech you
To let me go there, even though it may
Be my undoing. Life has nothing in it;
I'd rather perish where the sirens play.
- COMMENTS
DawnJover 11 years agoThis is such a poignant poem, and everything Harry has said in his comments I echo. My favorite lines are these, a last heartfelt wish from a hopeful heart:
"Life has nothing in it;
I'd rather perish where the sirens play."
HarryHillover 11 years agoThere is much to consider in this (beautiful) contribution.
First: I feel like the speaker is old but refuses to acknowledge or fear mortality.
Next: There are experiences that the speaker has not known and would try.
Last: even death would be preferable to ignorance.
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I feel as if my rough words have missed the mark, and consider deleting this, but a discussion on comments has emboldened me to let fly.
Thanks again
Harry
tazz317over 11 years agoor survive with the humans,,,,Age Old q & a.....TK U MLJ LV NV
