Atlantis, by WH Auden

Mar. 21st, 2017 01:00 pm
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Being set on the idea
  Of getting to Atlantis,
You have discovered of course
  Only the Ship of Fools is
Making the voyage this year,
As gales of abnormal force
  Are predicted, and that you
  Must therefore be ready to
Behave absurdly enough
  To pass for one of The Boys
At least appearing to love
  Hard liquor, horseplay and noise.

Should storms, as may well happen,
  Drive you to anchor a week
In some old harbour-city
  Of Ionia, then speak
With her witty scholars, men
Who have proved there cannot be
  Such a place as Atlantis:
  Learn their logic, but notice
How their subtlety betrays
  A simple enormous grief;
Thus, they shall teach you the ways
  To doubt that you may believe.

If, later, you run aground
  Among the headlands of Thrace
Where with torches all night long
  A naked barbaric race
Leaps frenziedly to the sound
Of conch and dissonant gong:
  On that stony savage shore
  Strip off your clothes and dance, for
Unless you are capable
  Of forgetting completely
About Atlantis, you will
  Never finish your journey.

Again, should you come to gay
  Carthage or Corinth, take part
In their endless gaiety;
  And if in some bar a tart,
As she strokes your hair, should say
"This is Atlantis, dearie,"
  Listen with attentiveness
  To her life-story: unless
You become acquainted now
  With each refuge that tries to
Counterfeit Atlantis, how
  Will you recognise the true?

Assuming you beach at last
  Near Atlantis, and begin
The terrible trek inland
  Through squalid woods and frozen
Tundras where all are soon lost;
If, forsaken then, you stand,
  Dismissal everywhere
  Stone and snow, silence and air,
Remember the noble dead
  And honour the fate you are
Travelling and tormented,
  Dialectic and bizarre.

Stagger onward rejoicing;
  And even then if, perhaps
Having actually got
  To the last col, you collapse
With all Atlantis gleaming
Below you yet you cannot
  Descend, you should still be proud
  Even to have been allowed
Just to peep at Atlantis
  In a poetic vision:
Give thanks and lie down in peace,
  Having seen your salvation.

All the little household gods
  Have started crying, but say
Good-bye now, and put to sea.
  Farewell, dear friend, farewell: may
Hermes, master of the roads
And the four dwarf Kabiri,
  Protect and serve you always;
  And may the Ancient of Days
Provide for all you must do
  His invisible guidance
Lifting up, friend, up on you
  The light of His countenance.

The Sea Is History by Derek Walcott

Mar. 17th, 2017 06:24 pm
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RIP Derek Walcott, 1930-2017. He published this poem in 2007.

Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
Where is your tribal memory? Sirs,
in that grey vault. The sea. The sea
has locked them up. The sea is History.

First, there was the heaving oil,
heavy as chaos;
then, like a light at the end of a tunnel,

the lantern of a caravel,
and that was Genesis.
Then there were the packed cries,
the shit, the moaning:

Exodus. )

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Mar. 17th, 2017 02:41 pm
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