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I posted a link to this poem earlier on – one that did not look all too well, actually. So, I have decided to re-post the full text, for your pleasure. And also for mine, because I find the verses oddly soothing. They treat, obviously, with the works of William Hope Hodgson, who is probably one of England’s best “forgotten” writers. – Well, forgotten, not quite, but, by Hextor, the five-volume complete edition of his works costs WHAT?! – Have some mercy with us less well-off readers, dear almighty amazon! 

The author of the poem, Philip A. Ellis, can be reached via his website: http://www.phillipaellis.com/

I recommend everybody to take a look; he’s a bit too focused on imitating the English expressionists, but he’s quite good with it. 

I saw the coasts of the unknown world
–William Hope Hodgson, “The Morning Lands”

The sailor has retired from the known seas:
upon that darker shore he’s built his manse,
with widow’s walk so that he knows the ocean,
and, in a sheltered room when night intrudes,

he soon retires with lanthorn and a book,
a tome of tales unwritten in these lands,
and pauses while he ponders on his death
within a Nightland torn by human war.

The sailor has retired, yet does not mourn
the seas we sail upon, bound by our time,
and looks instead upon the seas still mapless,
stretching through archipelagos of dimness;

the sailor has retired, and rests in silence
among the silent, knowing neither clock
nor chaunty of the death watch beetle; stop
passer-by, read his name, remember him.

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