I wait for my brown-haired lover
like a ship of war resting at the quay,
lolling on the flaccid waves;
arms behind head,
catching the breeze
within my hair.
She enters like the offshore wind;
cast off and let roam the trim white warship's sprit!
weigh the heavy double anchors!
head her to sea;
biting the bone
of the white waves.
Set sail upon the ocean wide,
seeking Circe's cave of intoxication!
Love's gasping halyards adorned with
naval emblems,
whole gale pennants,
hurricane flags!
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notes
offshore wind blows from the land out to sea
sprit the bowsprit, a small pole or spar crossing the fore sail diagonally from the mast to the upper aftermost corner, serving to extend the sail. In the picture above, you may see it extending out from the bow.
weigh...the..anchor raise the anchor.sprit the bowsprit, a small pole or spar crossing the fore sail diagonally from the mast to the upper aftermost corner, serving to extend the sail. In the picture above, you may see it extending out from the bow.
biting the bone of...waves the white froth at the bow of a ship underway is often referred to as a "bone", as in the expression: "She (the vessel we are looking at) has a bone in her teeth", meaning the vessel is going fast and possibly in choppy water.
halyard is the rope of the ship"s rigging upon which flags and pennats are hoisted. It is then the means of inter-ship communication via flag.
Circe a lady Ulysses met on his travels.
Circe a lady Ulysses met on his travels.
It is a love poem, and - to my mind - is pretty explicit, so I beg pardon from anyone offended.
2 comments:
Thank you.
I am glad I stuck to it. One of these days, we may even have peace.
...you know, I don't think we've ever really had a topic here; just peace and not eating.
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