High howled the wind, the Ocean hurled His mass of crested jet uncurled Against the sea-wall and the tower Where Dahud and her paramour In shuttered silence , silky white Lay side by side the live-long night Confusedly in Dahud's arm He felt presentiment of harm Raising his ears from her white skin And heart's noise , to the people's din And beyond them , the growling roar Of angry Ocean at the door. "Go to the window," then said she, "Tell me the movement of the sea. His colour and his strategy." "Lady, his waves are green as glass, The sky is jet , the small skiffs pass. From gulf to gulf like flying things Soaked through, sucked down, with sodden wings." "Then come to me and my embrace -- I will press kisses on thy face Whose heat and sharpness shall occlude The murmuring of the multitude, The rumble of the waters rude. The murmuring of the multitude." "Go to the window, tell to me The height and movement of the sea His colour and his strategy." "Lady, his wave are black and boil, Like stinking pitch, like raging oil, He mounts and mounts, his million jaws Snatch at the tower with open maws." "No one, no myriad, open, high, Lady I cannot see the sky. The stars are out, the waters race, The very tower sways and strains." He laughs with rage, flings his fist down, "Now rise up, lady, or we drown." Christabel LaMotte, The City of Is Possession, A S Byatt
[00:14.174] High howled the wind, the Ocean hurled [00:16.819] His mass of crested jet uncurled [00:19.529] Against the sea-wall and the tower [00:21.837] Where Dahud and her paramour [00:23.706] In shuttered silence , silky white [00:25.695] Lay side by side the live-long night [00:29.029] Confusedly in Dahud's arm [00:31.186] He felt presentiment of harm [00:33.316] Raising his ears from her white skin [00:35.532] And heart's noise , to the people's din [00:38.095] And beyond them , the growling roar [00:40.517] Of angry Ocean at the door. [00:46.610] "Go to the window," then said she, [00:52.195] "Tell me the movement of the sea. [00:57.733] His colour and his strategy." [01:03.905] "Lady, his waves are green as glass, [01:08.607] The sky is jet , the small skiffs pass. [01:12.234] From gulf to gulf like flying things [01:16.490] Soaked through, sucked down, with sodden wings." [01:27.003] "Then come to me and my embrace -- [01:32.931] I will press kisses on thy face [01:38.311] Whose heat and sharpness shall occlude [01:44.038] The murmuring of the multitude, [01:49.933] The rumble of the waters rude. [01:55.824] The murmuring of the multitude." [02:42.117] "Go to the window, tell to me [02:47.483] The height and movement of the sea [02:53.528] His colour and his strategy." [02:59.629] "Lady, his wave are black and boil, [03:04.166] Like stinking pitch, like raging oil, [03:08.084] He mounts and mounts, his million jaws [03:12.342] Snatch at the tower with open maws." [04:00.488] "No one, no myriad, open, high, [04:04.620] Lady I cannot see the sky. [04:08.261] The stars are out, the waters race, [04:11.930] The very tower sways and strains." [04:15.955] He laughs with rage, flings his fist down, [04:19.914] "Now rise up, lady, or we drown." [04:28.984] Christabel LaMotte, The City of Is [04:29.550] Possession, A S Byatt
