Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change,
into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Between a Scylla and Charybdis
John Henry Fuseli, Odysseus in front of Scylla and Charybdis, 1794-96.