Sea, Rivers and Oceans

… Je me suis baigné dans le Poème

Water is best. But gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.

It was the schooner Hesperus,

By the shore of Gitche Gumee,

On the road to Mandalay,

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

I’ve known rivers:

O fons Bandusiae, splendidior vitro.

Athene sent them a following breeze, a strong west wind that whistled over the wine-dark sea.

In a solitude of the sea

Full many a gem of purest ray serene,

All in the Downs the fleet was moored,

From the lone shieling of the misty island

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

I think that the river

What the waves were always saying.

Water, water, everywhere,

As idle as a painted ship

We were the first that ever burst

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

And bade betwixt their shores to be

Now the wild white horses play,