My true belovèd is a phantom ship
That sails forever on a mazy ocean
Whose sturdy purpose is a wanton trip
Whose sacred passion is a crazy motion.
Her doughty crew is but a ghostly tar
Whose madness overrides Poseidon’s choler,
Her guidance is some unapparent star
Her sweet delight; to mock the awesome roller.
And though her deck is ruins, prow and mast
Are rent, she braves the sea, though sails be tattered,
She ploughs the deep and through the mighty blast
She makes her way albeit wrecked and battered…
My love’s a phantom ship that ever steams
Across an ocean of unshapely dreams!
Adelaide
September 5th 1992
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