- Emily DickinsonAdrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So Sailors say -- on yesterday --
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up its strife
And gurgled down and down.
So angels say -- on yesterday --
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat -- o'erspent with gales --
Retrimmed its masts -- redecked its sails --
And shot -- exultant on!
Friday, July 4, 2014
Mind's Adrift
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I've heard this song a hundred times, but I heard it performed live recently...heavy stuff.
You okay?
Yeah... just a bit adrift, as the song goes.
I usually am obsessing over something or other... but I've become becalmed, kinda like the Ancyent Marinere... and now I've gone and shot the albatross
...Is that a DEATH? and are there two?
Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice;
"The game is done! I've won! I've won!"
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
...and I suppose I've temporarily forgotten how to row...
I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go,
Laughed loud and long, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro.
"Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see,
The Devil knows how to row."
I suppose I'll spot another byrd soon. I hope so, anyway.
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