Alexandre Pushkin, Arion
(Translated from the Russian by Seamus Heaney)
We were all hard at it in the boat,
Some of us up tightening sail,
Some down at the heave and haul
Of the rowing benches, deeply cargoed,
Steady keeled, our passage silent,
The helmsman buoyant at the helm;
And I, who took it all for granted,
Sang to the sailors.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Then turbulent
Sudden wind, a maelstrom:
The helmsman and the sailors perished.
Only I, still singing, washed
Ashore by the long sea-swell, sing on,
A mystery to my poet self,
And safe and sound beneath a rock shelf
Have spread my wet clothes in the sun.
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