20 February 2018

#20 - Between oblivion and the sky

After And death shall have no dominion by Dylan Thomas

A Pushkin sonnet or Onegin stanza

"I never had a pot to piss in!"
the sailor cursed as he went down
"Goodbye to debt, goodbye to kissing,
goodbye to every girl in town!"

A silence settled on the water.

Beyond that phosphorescent border
between oblivion and the sky,
he whispered as the depths rose by:

"I know my spirit will continue
although this piece of flesh is done
yet madness withers in the sun.
Remember me, for I am with you,
a lodestar and a wheeling guide
whose bones are rattling through the tide."


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