Treasure Island

Aleister Crowley

(12 October 1875 - 1 December 1947 / Warwickshire, England)

At Sea


As night hath stars, more rare than ships
In ocean, faint from pole to pole,
So all the wonder of her lips
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  • Akhu al-Ashavan (4/25/2012 7:17:00 PM)

    Bark should probably be barque, since it refers to a ship and bark is a lesser-known US spelling of that word... If there is an existing published copy with bark, though, it's still a possibility. Next, I'm certain that elf should be self, and this can be heard in any recording of Crowley reciting this poem.

    This is a beautiful poem. Despite what Plague Rose may say, more than a cursory glance at Crowley and his works is necessary to truly comprehend such a man - especially a man so entrenched in controversy and biased misinformation, both for and against him. If nothing else, surely poems such as this should be evidence against having an evil character. (Report) Reply

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