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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Stout Cortez
[If you get the title reference, I will award you the coveted No Prize in poetics.]
Update: Geoff Brown wins the No Prize. The reference is from John Keats' "When First Looking Into Chapman's Homer" which reads:
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet never did I breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold.
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific - and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise -
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
In the photo, you see, I'm staring at the Pacific; although not silent upon a peak in Darien but on the beach some yards north of The Wedge.
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