The Wine-Dark Sea, Cape Sunium
by JOHN ACKERSON
THE corn ships scurried past, for Athens town
Of famished mouths; the garrison stared down,
True soldiers, smiled a most superior frown.
Of famished mouths; the garrison stared down,
True soldiers, smiled a most superior frown.
For hulls are frail things, seamen frailer still‚
While timeless were the walls that scarped their hill.
And heavy spear-butts grounded with a will!
While timeless were the walls that scarped their hill.
And heavy spear-butts grounded with a will!
Today the bluff bows toss up plumes of foam
While broken columns strew the headland’s dome
In wind still following the coasters home.
While broken columns strew the headland’s dome
In wind still following the coasters home.