Sunday, April 24, 2016

Sailor's song*

Come, ye ho,
Boatmen we row,
Through waters choppy,
Through the stilled,

Come, ye ho,
Sailors we row,
Through the tides,
Through the lows,

Come, ye ho,
Boats and ships we tow,
How through waters
Painted wide,
Through the ebbs
Through the highs,

Com, ye, ho,
Boatmen we row
Till we are here
Till rivers in us
Like songs and poesy
Spontaneously flow.

(*Note: upon a painting , done with marvellous painted mind, courtesy: Alex Artista,  Musica Pittura e Dintorni)

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