Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait
The bows glided down， and the coast
Blackened with birds took a last look
At his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye；
The trodden town rang its cobbles for luck.
Then good-bye to the fishermanned
Boat with its anchor free and fast
As a bird hooking over the sea，
High and dry by the top of the mast，
Whispered the affectionate sand
And the bulwarks of the dazzled quay.
For my sake sail， and never look back，
Said the looking land.
Sails drank the wind， and white as milk
He sped into the drinking dark；
The sun shipwrecked west on a pearl
And the moon swam out of its hulk.
Funnels and masts went by in a whirl.
Good-bye to the man on the sea-legged deck
To the gold gut that sings on his reel
To the bait that stalked out of the sack，
For we saw him throw to the swift flood
A girl alive with his hooks through her lips；
All the fishes were rayed in blood，
Said the dwindling ships.
Good-bye to chimneys and funnels，
Old wives that spin in the smoke，
He was blind to the eyes of candles
In the praying windows of waves
But heard his bait buck in the wake
And tussle in a shoal of loves.
Now cast down your rod， for the whole
Of the sea is hilly with whales，
She longs among horses and angels，
The rainbow-fish bend in her joys，
Floated the lost cathedral
Chimes of the rocked buoys.
Where the anchor rode like a gull
Miles over the moonstruck boat
A squall of birds bellowed and fell，
A cloud blew the rain from its throat；
He saw the storm smoke out to kill
With fuming bows and ram of ice，
Fire on starlight， rake Jesu's stream；
And nothing shone on the water's face
But the oil and bubble of the moon，
Plunging and piercing in his course
The lured fish under the foam
Witnessed with a kiss.
Whales in the wake like capes and Alps
Quaked the sick sea and snouted deep，
Deep the great bushed bait with raining lips
Slipped the fins of those humpbacked tons
And fled their love in a weaving dip.
Oh， Jericho was falling in their lungs！
She nipped and dived in the nick of love，
Spun on a spout like a long-legged ball
Till every beast blared down in a swerve
Till every turtle crushed from his shell
Till every bone in the rushing grave
Rose and crowed and fell！
Good luck to the hand on the rod，
There is thunder under its thumbs；
Gold gut is a lightning thread，
His fiery reel sings off its flames，
The whirled boat in the burn of his blood
Is crying from nets to knives，
Oh the shearwater birds and their boatsized brood
Oh the bulls of Biscay and their calves
Are making under the green， laid veil
The long-legged beautiful bait their wives.
Break the black news and paint on a sail
Huge weddings in the waves，
Over the wakeward-flashing spray
Over the gardens of the floor
Clash out the mounting dolphin's day，
My mast is a bell-spire，
Strike and smoothe， for my decks are drums，
Sing through the water-spoken prow
The octopus walking into her limbs
The polar eagle with his tread of snow.
From salt-lipped beak to the kick of the stern
Sing how the seal has kissed her dead！
The long， laid minute's bride drifts on
Old in her cruel bed.
Over the graveyard in the water
Mountains and galleries beneath
Nightingale and hyena
Rejoicing for that drifting death
Sing and howl through sand and anemone
Valley and sahara in a shell，
Oh all the wanting flesh his enemy
Thrown to the sea in the shell of a girl
Is old as water and plain as an eel；
Always good-bye to the long-legged bread
Scattered in the paths of his heels
For the salty birds fluttered and fed
And the tall grains foamed in their bills；
Always good-bye to the fires of the face，
For the crab-backed dead on the sea-bed rose
And scuttled over her eyes，
The blind， clawed stare is cold as sleet.
The tempter under the eyelid
Who shows to the selves asleep
Mast-high moon-white women naked
Walking in wishes and lovely for shame
Is dumb and gone with his flame of brides.
Susannah's drowned in the bearded stream
And no-one stirs at Sheba's side
But the hungry kings of the tides；
Sin who had a woman's shape
Sleeps till Silence blows on a cloud
And all the lifted waters walk and leap.
Lucifer that bird's dropping