Kenneth Slessor - Waters

Kenneth Slessor - Waters

THIS Water, like a sky that no one uses, br Air turned to stone, ridden by stars and birds br No longer, but with clouds of crystal swimming, br I'll not forget, nor men can lose, though words br Dissolve with music, gradually dimming. br So let them die; whatever the mind loses, br Water remains, cables and bells remain, br Night comes, the sailors burn their riding-lamps, br And strangers, pitching on our graves their camps, br Will break through branches to the surf again. br Darkness comes down. The Harbour shakes its mane, br Glazed with a leaf of amber; lights appear br Like thieves too early, dropping their swag by night, br Red, gold and green, down trap-doors glassy-clear, br And lanterns over Pinchgut float with light br Where they so long have lain. br All this will last, but I who gaze must go br On water stranger and less clear, and melt br With flesh away; and stars that I have felt, br And loved, shall shine for eyes I do not know.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

Duration: 01:22

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