Mirand a wa ndered o ff. The d og
days ceased. All moon
I went o n wa nting.
Pros pero, befo re you the lagoon
wombed me. Reed y li ght
sifted me, in dreams I lay
unnamed , a llu via l sprite.
Bes ide th e tidepoo ls I'd
bask in th e un as ked ,
unco nsc io us Ques ti o n,
fa tho ml ess in spite
o f wo rld s turn ed upwa rd s underh and–
th a t now turn a ll aga in st me: my
face a t eve ry sur face
surfeits o n its own, grown
ove r-mo nstro us, even
my moon ha lf- ma n.
My bell ow crawls thro ugh cliffs,
o utc ho irs the sea's echo
CALIBAN CAN IBAL
I gnaw myse lf, I know.
If
you ca n hea r me, Master,
mustering music o n thi s cru st
of la nd , thi s isle
I' ll a lways li e a li en o n now,
floa t home, my sometime fa th er,
some g ra in o f g race
to
sco ur
this skull o f ill, its mi se ry,
my memo ry. O ne o unce
of th e o ld a rt, Alch cmi st, o ne
phi a l's d rop
to
pros per O –
bli vio n
in Ca li ba n
in la nguage la ngui shing.
Yo u drowned your book a nd sa il ed .
Yo u r chi e f ac h ievc rema in s
my curse : Yo u wo rded mc;
I ca n't reca nt my life.
