Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONG OF GLAUCUS, by LAURENT TAILHEDE Poet's Biography First Line: The sea! How blue, far off, the sonorous sea! Last Line: Will watch a long time if I do not come. Subject(s): Sea; Seaweed; Singing & Singers; Water; Waves; Ocean | ||||||||
The Sea! How blue, far off, the sonorous sea! The harmonious plain that never the trembling foot Of man shall desecrate, base-hearted man, The Sea that, in the calm or the fierce onslaught Of tempests, keeps an ever inspiring soul; The soft, impulsive sea is the eternal nurse Of the Gods. The Sea, with its foam-scuds and its cries, Its roaring, its affrights, and its debris, Is the venerable breast where all the World finds drink. It is more procreant than grain-spread fields; And its deeps, floored with mother-of-pearl and coral, Its billows where the wind carves out vast vents, Guard, as a flower snatched from every eye, The enormous fermentation of all life. The Sea is beautiful and, meeting the varied sky, Seems a tremendous fish with silver scales. The Sea is beautiful. Lovingly the sky bends down When, sombre or gleaming like a furnace-door, It yields the sun the abysm of its waves. The Sea, for divers or for mariners, Has numberless kisses and cool, clear smiles. I love it! That love first came to life in darkness And in the darkness silently has grown; When still a lad, and sleeping near the billows, I felt from its glaucous valleys on my brow The languid lift of salty exhalations. Thalassa! Thetis! Calm divinity That rule in peace and all-immensity: Beneficent! If I have dreamed this dream Of rising, a water-god incarnate on the strand, I who once herded, where the mountains rear, My savage flocks that pastured on sea-weed, 'Tis that I may unite with You, O Goddess! Blessèd one! Who gleam and vanish in the hollowed wave, With your breasts of pearl and with your sea-green scales! Yes, I would launch into the opening gulf As do the seagulls, as the poets do. For I have heard the sea-mews plaintive call, Cradled afar, white on the deep-blue waters, And my heart is fevered and swollen with desire. As a young elm uprooted by the storm I lean over the glaucous azure that enthralls me, And my days stream toward Thalassa like a flood. Tonight I shall go down upon the strand, In the golden hour when Artemis lights the summits, And crave your compassion, Gods of the lucid deeps. There, stripping off my days and their vain hopes Slowly I shall put by my byssus robe; The breath of Thetis shall quiver in my nostrils And I shall couch me on the deep-sea sands. You who move toward your decline, bespattering The sky with bright metals colored of amber and blood, Lord of the day and the fires of redemption, Titan whose victory the seasons tell, Young conqueror who joy in the glorious play Of your foam-white and whirlwind-furious steeds, Hyperion! Archer! Sun! The Lord of Space! I hail you still, before you turn away And soft Night overshadows the purple sky: I shall see you no more tomorrows! Hyperion, hail! Now gather me within your luring folds, You of the blue peplos! The quivering stalks Of the pale tamarisk incline to the shore: So do the souls of children who are dead Bend with desire of your soft embrace. I come to you! And yet, by ash and oak, Sweet-armed virgins, pure as thine own waters, Entwine their chorus in the shadow of the reeds; My black dog still guards my unruly heifers; And in the plain, far from your darkening shores, There is a quiet roof o'ergrown with vines Where I might shield my days with surest love, A tranquil home where, in the mellow vineyards, Hover the busy swarms of fecund bees, Where my mother, this evening, stretching forth her arms, Will watch a long time if I do not come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS HELEN; THE LABORATORY OF FAUST AT WITTENBERG by LAURENT TAILHEDE |
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