Margaret Atwood - Margaret Atwood - Death Of A Young Son (1840) lyrics
[Margaret Atwood - Margaret Atwood - Death Of A Young Son 1840 lyrics]
He, who navigated with success
The dangerous river of his own birth
Once more set forth
On a voyage of discovery
Into the land I floated on
But could not touch to claim
His feet slid on the bank
The currents took him
He swirled with ice and trees in
The swollen water
And plunged into distant regions
His head a bathysphere
Through his eyes’ thin glass bubbles
He looked out, reckless adventurer
On a landscape stranger than Uranus
We have all been to and some remember
There was an accident the air locked
He was hung in the river like a heart
They retrieved the swamped body
Cairn of my plans and future charts
With poles and hooks
From among the nudging logs
It was spring, the sun kept shining
The new grass
Leapt to solidity
My hands glistened with details
After the long trip I was tired of waves
My foot hit rock the dreamed sails
Collapsed, ragged
I planted him in this country
Like a flag
The dangerous river of his own birth
Once more set forth
On a voyage of discovery
Into the land I floated on
But could not touch to claim
His feet slid on the bank
The currents took him
He swirled with ice and trees in
The swollen water
And plunged into distant regions
His head a bathysphere
Through his eyes’ thin glass bubbles
He looked out, reckless adventurer
On a landscape stranger than Uranus
We have all been to and some remember
There was an accident the air locked
He was hung in the river like a heart
They retrieved the swamped body
Cairn of my plans and future charts
With poles and hooks
From among the nudging logs
It was spring, the sun kept shining
The new grass
Leapt to solidity
My hands glistened with details
After the long trip I was tired of waves
My foot hit rock the dreamed sails
Collapsed, ragged
I planted him in this country
Like a flag