Smiling sadly with beer beneath canopy <br />Of canaried gold and song, so much cold wind <br />Gone out into dark cove of oar and sail, <br /> <br />Embarked with ships and cries in high rigging— <br />After years, storm relaxed, drew instead <br />Ink for blood: myth and life balanced at length, <br /> <br />Rescued from history by ruin—scrubbed yacht <br />Then scrapped hulk, and heir to what life compelled, <br />Assembled in shadow of upswarm and tarnish, <br /> <br />Sitting in sunshine, rudder severing map, <br />Deus est sphaera infinita— <br />Course into hollowed sky, recall all years <br /> <br />Before this flight, in a field between armies: <br />Drink this beer together as friends, freely. <br />I have no part open to you, or you to me, <br /> <br />Passing this life in peace or in war— <br />Just as what music survives acquires <br />Its territory from silence, so this.<br /><br />Ernest Hilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ulysses-deriding-polyphemus/
