Hy-Brasil
Out a’high in lashin’ waves
a’crashin’ anger’d sea
b’yond Albion an’ Hibernia
where mists a’shadow’d, lowly
o’ magical Isle o’ Hy-Brasil
tentacl’d ocean beast ther’ tore
fear’d sailors away lest they would set
o’er realms o’Gods who saw
o’ bare foot giants wi’ call o’ crow
blacken’d eyes an’ skies sang red
they threw th’ rocks in war’s a’haze
their sea’s a’wet wi’ blood
upon Hibernia’s shore they fled
left myth n’ myst-eries
devour’d by a mighty beast
etern’ wi’ At-lan-tis
To Atlanta's Jacob Lawrence
understatement made artistic sense
Sixty small paintings his usp
'Migration' *series for all to see
*https://lawrencemigration.phillipscollection.org/the-migration-series
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