terça-feira, 27 de setembro de 2011

Has no alternative

Think of the moment when far from land
Molested by a mile-a-minute wind
The ocean starts to roll, then rear, then roar
Over itself in rank on rank of waves
Their sides so steep their smoky crests so high
300,000 plunging tons of aircraft carrier
Dare not sport its beam.
But Troy, afraid, yet more afraid
Lest any lord of theirs should notice any of them
Flinching behind his mask
Has no alternative.
Just as those waves
Grow closer as they mount the continental shelf
Lift into breakers scoop the blue and then
Smother the glistening shingle

Logue's Homer, All Day Permanent Red: War Music Continued, Faber and Faber, 2003.

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