The Siren
In silence
She stole his soul
In love
He gave his heart
What took him from his course
What gentle zephyr force
What brought him to the isle
What beauty did beguile
In silence
She sought his mind
In sorrow
He felt her tears
What held him to his aim
What subtle noble flame
What kept him on his deck
What held his lust in check
In silence
She tempted him
In love
He knew her power
What steadfast gaze
What horizon's haze
What heartstring's tug
What waxen plug
In silence
He escaped her need
In sorrow
He travelled on
Chris Armstrong
Fri 14th Dec 2018 15:26
Thanks Jennifer. Ulysses, yes - but Franz Kafka version: Das Schweigen der Sirenen (The Silence of the Sirens): "...it is conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never"