Two From the Sibyl - By David Austin
POSEIDON
Sleep, Lord Poseidon,
Deep, everlasting sleep,
While sailors watch with bated breath.
Old planking creaks –
The pitiable splintering sound –
Old planking creaks.
Old sailor,
Splintery-kneed old sailor,
Keeps his watch,
With ever a thought of life’s futility,
Down deep,
Where dolphins stay.
But Lord Poseidon never sleeps,
And dolphins play….and play.
HERMES
Young wears the winged sandals,
holds the winged staff.
When old has cried, “Lost spring!”
young laughs in the verdant bush,
And will dance at wedding and wake alike.
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