SOPHIE’S my world . . . my arm must soon or later
Like Francis Drake turn circumnavigator,
Stem the dark tides, take by the throat strange gales
And toss their spume to stars unknown, as kings
Rain diamonds to the mob . . . then arch my sails
By waterspouts of lace and bubbling rings
Gulfed in deep satin, conquer those warmer waves
Where none but mermaids ride, and the still caves
Untrod by sailors . . . aye, and with needle set,
Rounding Cape Turnagain, take up my way,
And so to the Ivory Coast . . . and farther yet,
Port of all drown
(Kenneth Slessor)
More Poetry from Kenneth Slessor:
- The Man of Sentiment (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
- Music (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
- Five Visions Of Captain Cook (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
- The Old Play (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
- Captain Dobbin (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
- The Atlas (Kenneth Slessor Poems)