The Thousand Ships
A THOUSAND SHIPS
Is this the face, this old hulk in the salt marsh?
Is this my lady with creaking timbers
and peeling skin?
A mere figurehead, a turkey prow,
missing one oar, grandiloquent, vainglorious,
still fighting the old sea-battles
with the wind and waves
the thousand ships
that lie at the bottom of the sea.
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