All of life fighting against the undertow

We brave seafarers, our sore kindling

Reaching for each other as fates collide

It is hard to reckon comfort, when she flees
with such regular bewitchment

Still, we endeavour, the swish of oars searching shore

O for safe harbor, to know less fear, nor the terrible weight of error

Echoing through our souls, as sudden storm will rattle even thickest glass.

4 Replies to “Suspendues dans du verre épais qui intensifie la profondeur”

  1. And reading this, another poet’s words ring in my inner ear from the ending of Tennyson’s Ulysses:
    “Come, my friends,
    ‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
    Push off, and sitting well in order smite
    The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
    To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
    Of all the western stars, until I die.
    It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
    It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
    And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
    Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
    We are not now that strength which in old days
    Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

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