Voyages from I to Thou.

Location: Skellig Michel, Ireland

Monday, January 03, 2005

Chorus from "Atalanta in Calydon" ( Charles Swinburne)

... For an evil blossom was born
Of sea-foam and the frothing of blood,
Blood-red and bitter of fruit,
And the seed of it laughter and tears,
And the leaves of it madness and scorn;
A bitter flower from the bud,
Sprung of the sea without root,
Spring without graft from the years.

The weft of the world was untorn
That is woven of the day on the night;
The hair of the hours was not white
Nor the raiment of time outworn,
When a wonder, a world’s delight,
A perilous goddess was born;
And the waves of the sea as she came
Clove, and the foam at her feet,
Fawning, rejoiced to bring forth
A fleshy blossom, a flame
Filling the heavens with heat
To the cold white ends of the north.


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