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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dramatic Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea on that side. The tiller is at the left of the stage; it is a long oar coming through an opening in the bulwark. The deck rises in a series of steps hehind the tiller, and the stern of the ship curves overhead. When the play opens there are four persons upon the deck. Aibric stands by the tiller. Forgael sleeps upon the raised portion of the deck towards the front of the stage. Two Sailors are standing near to the mast, on which a harp is hanging.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First Sailor. Has he not led us into these waste seas<br>For long enough?<br>Second Sailor. Aye, long and long enough.<br>First Sailor. We have not come upon a shore or ship<br>These dozen weeks.<br>Sccond Sailor. And I had thought to make<br>A good round Sum upon this cruise, and turn --<br>For I am getting on in life -- to something<br>That has less ups and downs than robbery.<br>First Sailor. I am so tired of being bachelor<br>I could give all my heart to that Red Moll<br>That had but the one eye.<br>Second Sailor. Can no bewitchment<br>Transform these rascal billows into women<br>That I may drown myself?<br>First Sailor. Better steer home,<br>Whether he will or no; and better still<br>To take him while he sleeps and carry him<br>And drop him from the gunnel.<br>Second Sailor. I dare not do it.<br>Were't not that there is magic in his harp,<br>I would be of your mind; but when he plays it<br>Strange creatures flutter up before one's eyes,<br>Or cry about one's ears.<br>First Sailor. Nothing to fear.<br>Second Sailor. Do you remember when we sank that<br>galley<br>At the full moon?<br>First Sailor. He played all through the night.<br>Second Sailor. Until the moon had set; and when I looked<br>Where the dead drifted, I could see a bird<br>Like a grey gull upon the breast of each.<br>While I was looking they rose hurriedly,<br>And after circling with strange cries awhile<br>Flew westward; and many a time since then<br>I've heard a rustling overhead in the wind.<br>First Sailor. I saw them on that night as well as you.<br>But when I had eaten and drunk myself asleep<br>My courage came again.<br>Second Sailor. But that's not all.<br>The other night, while he was playing it,<br>A beautiful young man and girl came up<br>In a white breaking wave; they had the look<br>Of those that are alive for ever and ever.<br>First Sailor. I saw them, too, one night. Forgael was<br>playing,<br>And they were listening ther& beyond the sail.<br>He could not see them, but I held out my hands<br>To grasp the woman.<br>Second Sailor. You have dared to touch her?<br>First Sailor. O she was but a shadow, and slipped from<br>me.<br>Second Sailor. But were you not afraid?<br>First Sailor. Why should I fear?<br>Second Sailor. 'Twas Aengus and Edain, the wandering<br>lovers,<br>To whom all lovers pray.<br>First Sailor. But what of that?<br>A shadow does not carry sword or spear.<br>Second Sailor. My mother told me that there is not one<br>Of the Ever-living half so dangerous<br>As that wild Aengus. Long before her day<br>He carried Edain off from a king's house,<br>And hid her among fruits of jewel-stone<br>And in a tower of glass, and from that day<br>Has hated every man that's not in love,<br>And has been dangerous to him.<br>First Sailor. I have heard<br>He does not hate seafarers as he hates<br>Peaceable men that shut the wind away,<br>And keep to the one weary marriage-bed.<br>Second Sailor. I think that he has Forgael in his net,<br>And drags him through the sea,<br>First Sailor Well, net or none,<br>I'd drown him while we have the chance to do it.<br>Second Sailor. It's certain I'd sleep easier o' nights<br>If he were dead; but who will be our captain,<br>Judge of the stars, and find a course for us?<br>First Sailor. I've thought of that. We must have Aibric<br>with us,<br>For he can judge the stars as well as Forgael.<br>[Going towards Aibric.]<br>Become our captain, Aibric. I am resolved<br>To make an end of Forgael while he sleeps.<br>There's not a man but will be glad of it<br>When it is over, nor one to grumble at us.<br>Aibric. You have taken pay and made your bargain for it.<br>First Sailor. What good is there in this hard way of<br>living,<br>Unless we drain more flagons in a year<br>And kiss more lips than lasting peaceable men<br>In their long lives? Will you be of our troop<br>And take the captain's share of everything<br>And bring us into populous seas again?<br>Aibric. Be of your troop! Aibric be one of you<br>And Forgael in the other scale! kill Forgael,<br>And he my master from my childhood up!<br>If you will draw that sword out of its scabbard<br>I'll give my answer.<br>First Sailor. You have awakened him.<br>[To Second Sailor.]<br>We'd better go, for we have lost this chance.<br>[They go out.]<br>Forgael. Have the birds passed us? I could hear your<br>voice,<br>But there were others.<br>Aibric. I have seen nothing pass.<br>Forgael. You're certain of it? I never wake from sleep<br>But that I am afraid they may have passed,<br>For they're my only pilots. If I lost them<br>Straying too far into the north or south,<br>I'd never come upon the happiness<br>That has been promised me. I have not seen them<br>These many days; and yet there must be many<br>Dying at every moment in the world,<br>And flying towards their peace.<br>Aibric. Put by these thoughts,<br>And listen to me for a while. The sailors<br>Are plotting for your death.<br>Forgael. Have I not given<br>More riches than they ever hoped to find?<br>And now they will not follow, while I seek<br>The only riches that have hit my fancy.<br>Aibric. What riches can you find in this waste sea<br>Where no ship sails, where nothing that's alive<br>Has ever come but those man-headed birds,<br>Knowing it for the world's end?<br>Forgael. Where the world ends<br>The mind is made unchanging, for it finds<br>Miracle, ecstasy, the impossible hope,<br>The flagstone under all, the fire of fires,<br>The roots of the world.<br>Aibric. Shadows before now<br>Have driven travellers mad for their own sport.<br>Forgael. Do you, too, doubt me? Have you joined their<br>plot?<br>Aibric. No, no, do not say that. You know right well<br>That I will never lift a hand against you.<br>Forgael. Why should you be more faithful than the rest,<br>Being as doubtful?<br>Aibric. I have called you master<br>Too many years to lift a hand against you.<br>Forgael. Maybe it is but natural to doubt me.<br>You've never known, I'd lay a wager on it,<br>A melancholy that a cup of wine,<br>A lucky battle, or a woman's kiss<br>Could not amend.<br>Aibric. I have good spirits enough.<br>Forgael. If you will give me all your mind awhile --<br>All, all, the very bottom of the bowl --<br>I'll show you that I am made differently,<br>That nothing can amend it but these waters,<br>Where I am rid of life -- the events of the world --<br>What do you call it? -- that old promise-breaker,<br>The cozening fortune-teller that comes whispering,<br>'You will have all you have wished for when you have<br>earned<br>Land for your children or money in a pot.-<br>And when we have it we are no happier,<br>Because of that old draught under the door,<br>Or creaky shoes. And at the end of all<br>How are we better off than Seaghan the fool,<br>That never did a hand's turn? Aibric! Aibric!<br>We have fallen in the dreams the Ever-living<br>Breathe on the burnished mirror of the world<br>And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh,<br>And find their laughter sweeter to the taste<br>For that brief sighing.<br>Aibric. If you had loved some woman --<br>Forgael. You say that also? You have heard the voices,<br>For that is what they say -- all, all the shadows --<br>Aengus and Edain, those passionate wanderers,<br>And all the others; but it must be love<br>As they have known it. Now the secret's out;<br>For it is love that I am seeking for,<br>But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind<br>That is not in the world.<br>Aibric. And yet the world<br>Has beautiful women to please every man.<br>Forgael. But he that gets their love after the fashion<br>'Loves in brief longing and deceiving hope<br>And bodily tenderness, and finds that even<br>The bed of love, that in the imagination<br>Had seemed to be the giver of all peace,<br>Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting,<br>And as soon finished.<br>Aibric. All that ever loved<br>Have loved that way -- there is no other way.<br>Forgael. Yet never have two lovers kissed but they<br>believed there was some other near at hand,<br>And almost wept because they could not find it.<br>Aibric. When they have twenty years; in middle life<br>They take a kiss for what a kiss is worth,<br>And let the dream go by.<br>Forgael. It's not a dream,<br>But the reality that makes our passion<br>As a lamp shadow -- no -- no lamp, the sun.<br>What the world's million lips are thirsting for<br>Must be substantial somewhere.<br>Aibric. I have heard the Druids<br>Mutter such things as they awake from trance.<br>It may be that the Ever-living know it --<br>No mortal can.<br>Forgael. Yes; if they give us help.<br>Aibric. They are besotting you as they besot<br>The crazy herdsman that will tell his fellows<br>That he has been all night upon the hills,<br>Riding to hurley, or in the battle-host<br>With the Ever-living.<br>Forgael. What if he speak the truth,<br>And for a dozen hours have been a part<br>Of that more powerful life?<br>Aibric, His wife knows better.<br>Has she not seen him lying like a log,<br>Or fumbling in a dream about the house?<br>And if she hear him mutter of wild riders,<br>She knows that it was but the cart-horse coughing<br>That set him to the fancy.<br>Forgael. All would be well<br>Could we but give us wholly to the dreams,<br>And get into their world that to the sense<br>Is shadow, and not linger wretchedly<br>Among substantial things; for it is dreams<br>That lift us to the flowing, changing world<br>That the heart longs for. What is love itself,<br>Even though it be the lightest of light love,<br>But dreams that hurry from beyond the world<br>To make low laughter more than meat and drink,<br>Though it but set us sighing? Fellow-wanderer,<br>Could we but mix ourselves into a dream,<br>Not in its image on the mirror!<br>Aibric. While<br>We're in the body that's impossible.<br>Forgael. And yet I cannot think they're leading me<br>To death; for they that promised to me love<br>As those that can outlive the moon have known it, '<br>Had the world's total life gathered up, it seemed,<br>Into their shining limbs -- I've had great teachers.<br>Aengus and Edain ran up out of the wave --<br>You'd never doubt that it was life they promised<br>Had you looked on them face to face as I did,<br>With so red lips, and running on such feet,<br>And having such wide-open, shining eyes.<br>Aibric. It's certain they are leading you to death.<br>None but the dead, or those that never lived,<br>Can know that ecstasy. Forgael! Forgael!<br>They have made you follow the man-headed birds,<br>And you have told me that their journey lies<br>Towards the country of the dead.<br>Forgael. What matter<br>If I am going to my death? -- for there,<br>Or somewhere, I shall find the love they have<br>promised.<br>That much is certain. I shall find a woman.<br>One of the Ever-living, as I think --<br>One of the Laughing People -- and she and I<br>Shall light upon a place in the world's core,<br>Where passion grows to be a changeless thing,<br>Like charmed apples made of chrysoprase,<br>Or chrysoberyl, or beryl, or chrysclite;<br>And there, in juggleries of sight and sense,<br>Become one movement, energy, delight,<br>Until the overburthened moon is dead.<br>[A number of Sailors entcr hurriedly.]<br>First Sailor. Look there! there in the mist! a ship of spice!<br>And we are almost on her!<br>Second Sailor. We had not known<br>But for the ambergris and sandalwood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First Sailor. NO; but opoponax and cinnamon.<br>Forgael [taking the tiller from Aibric]. The Ever-living have<br>kept my bargain for me,<br>And paid you on the nail.<br>Aibric. Take up that rope<br>To make her fast while we are plundering her.<br>First Sailor. There is a king and queen upon her deck,<br>And where there is one woman there'll be others.<br>Aibric. Speak lower, or they'll hear.<br>First Sailor. They cannot hear;<br>They are too busy with each other. Look!<br>He has stooped down and kissed her on the lips.<br>Second Sailor. When she finds out we have better men<br>aboard<br>She may not be too sorry in the end.<br>First Sailor. She will be like a wild cat; for these queens<br>Care more about the kegs of silver and gold<br>And the high fame that come to them in marriage,<br>Than a strong body and a ready hand.<br>Second Sailor. There's nobody is natural but a robber,<br>And that is why the world totters about<br>Upon its bandy legs.<br>Aibric. Run at them now,<br>And overpower the crew while yet asleep!<br>[The Sailors go out.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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