‘Bethink you of the seed
whence your lives have sprung; for not
beasts ye were created, but
manliness and knowledge to pursue.’
'Turning prow toward the morn
oars changed into wings
for that foolish, dre-a-ry flight,
onward to - the south.
Night already saw the pole,
all its southern stars,
and our northern pole was so low
did not rise from th' ocean bed
quenched and relit for five times
the light beneath the moon had been
since we entered deep pathways,
when a mountain appeared to us
Dim with distance,
it seemed to me the
highest
I had
ever seen
To the morning
having turned
our stern, with our oars --
we made wings -- for our flight
We rejoiced, but soon our joy was
turned in- to grief,
when a tempest
rose 'n struck
the prow of
our ship.
Three times did it whirl her
round, with all the ocean:
at the fourth, it made the stern rise,
and the prow sink, as it
pleased another, till the
sea closed
over us.
Three times did it whirl her
round, with all the ocean:
at the fourth, the stern did rise,
and the sea,
it closed over us.’
Still
the lies of god by far
surpass the lies of man
for it wants he accepts the bounds
it created for him
Not the first, nor the last
voyage is this for man
who craves
to be more
than a sheep in a pen
who craves
to be more
than a caged sheep