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Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait

作者:未知  时间:2012-11-20
  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
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