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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Everlasting Return</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is dark… so dark, I remember the sun on Chios…<br>It is still… so still, I hear the beat of our paddles on the Aegean…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten times we had watched the moon<br>Rise like a thin white virgin out of the waters<br>And round into a full maternity…<br>For thrice ten moons we had touched no flesh<br>Save the man flesh on either hand<br>That was black and bitter and salt and scaled by the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Athenian boy sat on my left…<br>His hair was yellow as corn steeped in wine…<br>And on my right was Phildar the Carthaginian,<br>Grinning Phildar<br>With his mouth pulled taut as by reins from his black gapped teeth.<br>Many a whip had coiled about him<br>And his shoulders were rutted deep as wet ground under chariot wheels,<br>And his skin was red and tough as a bull's hide cured in the sun.<br>He did not sing like the other slaves,<br>But when a big wind came up he screamed with it.<br>And always he looked out to sea,<br>Save when he tore at his fish ends<br>Or spat across me at the Greek boy, whose mouth was red and apart<br>like an opened fruit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had rowed from dawn and the green galley hard at our stern.<br>She was green and squat and skulked close to the sea.<br>All day the tish of their paddles had tickled our ears,<br>And when night came on<br>And little naked stars dabbled in the water<br>And half the crouching moon<br>Slid over the silver belly of the sea thick-scaled with light,<br>We heard them singing at their oars…<br>We who had no breath for song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no sound in our boat<br>Save the clingle of wrist chains<br>And the sobbing of the young Greek.<br>I cursed him that his hair blew in my mouth, tasting salt of the sea…<br>I cursed him that his oar kept ill time…<br>When he looked at me I cursed him again,<br>That his eyes were soft as a woman's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long… since their last shell gouged our batteries?<br>How long… since we rose at aim with a sleuth moon astern?<br>(It was the damned green moon that nosed us out…<br>The moon that flushed our periscope till it shone like a silver flame…)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They loosed each man's right hand<br>As the galley spent on our decks…<br>And amazed and bloodied we reared half up<br>And fought askew with the left hand shackled…<br>But a zigzag fire leapt in our sockets<br>And knotted our thews like string…<br>Our thews grown stiff as a crooked spine that would not straighten…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long… since our gauges fell<br>And the sea shoved us under?<br>It is dark… so dark…<br>Darkness presses hairy-hot<br>Where three make crowded company…<br>And the rank steel smells….<br>It is still… so still…<br>I seem to hear the wind<br>On the dimpled face of the water fathoms above…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was still… so still… we three that were left alive<br>Stared in each other's faces…<br>But three make bitter company at one man's bread…<br>And our hate grew sharp and bright as the moon's edge in the water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One grinned with his mouth awry from the long gapped teeth…<br>And one shivered and whined like a gull as the waves pawed us over…<br>But one struck with his hate in his hand…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After that I remember<br>Only the dead men's oars that flapped in the sea…<br>The dead men's oars that rattled and clicked like idiots' tongues.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is still… so still, with the jargon of engines quiet.<br>We three awaiting the crunch of the sea<br>Reach our hands in the dark and touch each other's faces…<br>We three sheathing hate in our hearts…<br>But when hate shall have made its circuit,<br>Our bones will be loving company<br>Here in the sea's den…<br>And one whimpers and cries on his God<br>And one sits sullenly<br>But both draw away from me…<br>For I am the pyre their memories burn on…<br>Like black flames leaping<br>Our fiery gestures light the walled-in darkness of the sea…<br>The sea that kneels above us…<br>And makes no sign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</a><div class=q>
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It is still… so still, I hear the beat of our paddles on the Aegean…

Ten times we had watched the moon
Rise like a thin white virgin out of the waters
And round into a full maternity…
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