HERMAN MELVILLE by WH Auden
the end almost, sailing, went to a singular quiet
and anchored at home and reached his wife
and rowed in the bay of
hands every morning and crossed into the office
another island like their work. There was
Well, this was their new science
his terror had to get away fully
to realize, but was released by the wind
Cape Horn beyond the reasonable success
howling: "This is the Eden Rock . Shipwrecked here. "
But deafened him with thunder and lightning stunned him:
lunatic-hunting hero, like a gem, the rare monster
mutilated ambiguous sex,
hate hate to be emptied into a cry, caught up to the impossible survivor
delirium
all that was false and complicated, the truth was simple. Nothing spectacular
evil, and always human,
shares our bed and eats at our table,
and presents the well every day, stays
up surrounded by faults;
has a name (like "Billy") and almost perfect
but behaves like an ornament their stuttering:
and every time they find must pass the same;
is Evil that is helpless like a lover and seeks
lawsuit to find it and both are destroyed
openly before us. For now
was awake and knew that no one is saved
until it is in dreams;
but there was more that had been disrupted by the nightmare
even punishment was human and was a form of love: the plaintiff
Storm was the presence of his father and had been taken
always in the bosom of his father.
gently That had now descended to leave.
He stood on the narrow balcony and listened
and sang all the stars above
as a child, "All, all is vanity", but it was not the same;
because now the words fell like the serenity of the mountains
-Nathaniel was shy for being selfish love
but now cried, transported and up,
"The divinity is broken like bread. We are the pieces. "
And sat at his desk and wrote a story.
SHERIDAN WILLIAM translation
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