We've heard the sorrows
And the sufferings of men
who venture far in their wood boats
which break on little things like
rocks, and time, and promises
How beautiful they are!
Their bodies taut at oars;
on the rigging, nimble-footed
their eyes shining in the salt sun
How beautiful, with outstretched hands,
delicate-fingered, strong-grasping,
oh, beautiful,
even to us
they sing!
Struggled so much with the ending voice; of course, after some days of distance, I realize it could just be left out.
ReplyDeleteHappier with this version than I was with the other.