Nytt citat att gissa på. Ni behöver inte gissa på bok, bara poeten. Håll till godo sailors.
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,
How alert in attendance be.
From his saw-pit of mouth, from his charnel of maw,
They have nothing of harm to dread,
But liquidly glide on his ghastly flank
Or before his Gorgonian head;
Or lurk in the port of serrated teeth
In white triple tiers of glittering gates,
And there find a haven when peril's abroad,
An asylum in jaws of the Fates!
They are friends; and friendly they guide him to prey,
Yet never partake of the treat --
Eyes and brains to the dotard lethargic and dull,
Pale ravener of horrible meat.
Men det är inte en översättning...? Edgar Lee Masters verkar ju vara lite för ung om det ska vara samma generation som Tennyson, men det var en poet som dök upp i skallen, ifall det kan röra sig om USA. Walt Whitman verkar vara mer i tiden men det känns spontant inte riktigt som Whitman... Men blir blir mig gissning som förhoppningsvis ger fler ledtrådar.