The Argonaut
THE ARGONAUT
I my sea-journey
I my land-claim My
Walk through the suburbs I My death
In the rain of bird-muck In the chalky hide
The anchor is the last umbilical cord
The memory of the coast passes away with the horizon
Birds are a farewell Are a homecoming
The slaughtered tree plows the snake the sea
Thin between I and NolongerI the ship’s wall
THE SEA IS THE SAILOR’S BRIDE
(from Heiner Müllers: Landscape with Argonauts)