First Sailor. We are out since the new moon. What is worse again, it is the way we are in a ship, the barrels empty and my throat shrivelled with drought, and nothing to quench it but water only.
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“We have fallen in the dreams the Ever-Living breathe On the tarnished mirror of the world And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh”
I first discovered this excerpt as a prologue to Wilfred Owen’s poem “The Show” while studying war poetry at school, and finally got the opportunity to find and read the whole poem. It’s easy to see how the dreamlike narration inspired this and many other of Owen’s writings.
This dramatic poem about a man (Forgael) sailing off the edge of the world to meet the gods is romantically metaphorical. I feel Shakespeare is the main influence of Yeats here, but his own vision of Celtic deities sets it apart. The narrative is too dreamy to ever really gather tension, but it is an interesting drama to read, and probably would work well as a short play.
“Why are you standing with your eyes upon me? You are not the world’s core. O no, no, no! That cannot be the meaning of the birds. You are not its core. My teeth are in the world, But have not bitten yet.”
Yeats is certainly beckoning me to a deeper dive into Éirinn