far he sailed, and yet how utterly far!
islands lie in the milky sea like lambs
clover asleep, so well they keep
the savagedoms they are.
twice ten thousand hungry birds distraught
tortured rocks frustrate a hungry sea.
sinister bell of the plunging swell
a babel beyond thought.
wind unsanctuaried blows alway
the great loneliness to the alone.
has no crumb of love, and dumb
the humanities of day.
there he won the spiritís dear release.
a world he overcame the world.
in the stress of holiness
labouring heart of peace.
you loved him from a lad;
to us from the mists; what was his quest?
whose the word he overheard?
was the tryst he had?
secret perchance which Jesus breathed to John
to Life Eternal, the master key
shared unlocks lifeís paradox, --
that last meal ere night came on.
Paul saw blinded on the Roman way,
could review the half he knew
the mindís dark fire, the light of light.
on Farne, another Patmos, he
the gleam, the multitudinous song
that far-pearled and ultimate world
knew in his ecstasy.
cannot tell. We have too widely strayed
wisdom, lost in knowledge, and surfeit
traffickings in sightless things
make the voyaging he made.
us remains the bleak and strident shore,
now, and bombs on Lmdisfame,
us no sign on the sea line,
No voices on the waters any more.
Copyright © 2008 [Fen Tyler]