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Dannie Abse
The Victim of Aulis
The Victim of Aulis
The Victim of Aulis
A multitude of masts in the harbour.The sails limp in the air, becalmed.
The tired sea barely moving.
The sea breathes quietly, Agamemnon.
The wind is dead.
The sunlight leaping the waters,
the waters lapping at the boats.
Heat haze.
The King prowls the still deck
back and fore while the Captains quarrel.
We only throw dice and curse.
The child! The child!
The whisper of the sea, the secret of the sea;
the sea is dreaming and a tall slave sings.
What are we to do?
They will think of a way.
We have had nothing of education
We must obey, being little men.
The cause is just.
Leave it to the Captains.
What does Calchas say?
The child! The child!
And we thinking of our own daughters
with clumsy father-pride,
though those other virgins are faceless now
indistinct as the mingling of voices,
as the shuffle of the sea,
the little sound of the sea.
It has been a long time.
Leave it to the priests.
Conference at Aulis […]
© 1955, Dannie Abse
From: Ask the Moon: New and Collected Poems 1948 – 2014
Publisher: Hutchinson,
Read by the poet at Poetry International Festival Rotterdam, 1983
From: Ask the Moon: New and Collected Poems 1948 – 2014
Publisher: Hutchinson,
Dannie Abse
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1923 - 2014)
Dannie Abse was an esteemed poet, author, playwright and former doctor. He was a hugely popular figure in British poetry, a former President of the Poetry Society (1978-1992) and a powerful reader who displayed great humour and lightness of touch. He remained a vigorous poet up until his death in 2014, with new poems published in recent issues of The Poetry Review.
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The Victim of Aulis
A multitude of masts in the harbour.The sails limp in the air, becalmed.
The tired sea barely moving.
The sea breathes quietly, Agamemnon.
The wind is dead.
The sunlight leaping the waters,
the waters lapping at the boats.
Heat haze.
The King prowls the still deck
back and fore while the Captains quarrel.
We only throw dice and curse.
The child! The child!
The whisper of the sea, the secret of the sea;
the sea is dreaming and a tall slave sings.
What are we to do?
They will think of a way.
We have had nothing of education
We must obey, being little men.
The cause is just.
Leave it to the Captains.
What does Calchas say?
The child! The child!
And we thinking of our own daughters
with clumsy father-pride,
though those other virgins are faceless now
indistinct as the mingling of voices,
as the shuffle of the sea,
the little sound of the sea.
It has been a long time.
Leave it to the priests.
Conference at Aulis […]
From: Ask the Moon: New and Collected Poems 1948 – 2014
Read by the poet at Poetry International Festival Rotterdam, 1983
The Victim of Aulis
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