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letra de the old ships - berthold goldschmidt

i have seen old ships sail like swans asleep
beyond the village which men still call tyre
with leaden age o’ercargoed, dipping deep
for famagusta and the hidden sun
that rings black cyprus with a lake of fire;
and all those ships were certainly so old –
who knows how oft with squat and noisy gun
questing brown slaves or syrian oranges
the pirate genoese
h-ll-raked them till they rolled
blood, water, fruit and corpses up the hold
but now through friendly seas they softly run
painted the mid-sea bluе or shore-sea green
still patternеd with the vine and grapes in gold
but i have seen
pointing her shapely shadows from the dawn
an image tumbled on a rose-swept bay
a drowsy ship of some yet older day;
and, wonder’s breath indrawn
thought i – who knows – who knows – but in that same
(fished up beyond aeaea, patched up new
– stern painted brighter blue -)
that talkative, bald-headed seaman came
(twelve patient comrades sweating at the oar)
from troy’s doom-crimson shore
and with great lies about his wooden horse
set the crew laughing, and forgot his course
it was so old a ship – who knows, who knows?
– and yet so beautiful, i watched in vain
to see the mast burst open with a rose
and the whole deck put on its leaves again

- berthold goldschmidt

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