Homeric

10 Things:

 

From the provincial edge of an atlas from the hem

of a frayed empire, a man stops. Not for another anthem

trembling over the water—he has learnt three of them—

 

but for that faint sidereal drone interrupted by the air

gusting over black water, or so that he can hear

the surf in the pores of wet sand wince and pucker.

 

—Derek Walcott, Omeros, Book Four, Chapter XXIII, I

Done