THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA
SIX FANTASIES ON A POEM BY THOMAS CAMPION
Rose-cheekt Lawra, come, Sing thou smoothly with thy beawties Silent musick, either other Sweetely gracing. Lovely formes do flowe From content devinely framed; Heav'n is musick, and thy beawties Birth is heavenly. These dull notes we sing Discords neede for helps to grace them; Only beawty purely loving Knowes no discord; But still mooves delight, Like cleare springs renu'd by flowing, Ever perfect, ever in them — selves eternall.
trnn, Observations in the An of English Poesie 11602) by Thomas Campion
Six Scenes From The Old Man and the Sea Text: Ernest Hemingway
He wa_ an old man who fished all alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty four days now without taking a fish. His sail was pitched with four sacks and furled it looked like the flag of permanent defeat. The old man was thin and (daunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck and his hands had the deep creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords, They were as old as erosions in a fish less dessert. And he was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility.
Aslee p he dreamed of Africa and the long golden beaches and the white beaches so white they hurt your eyes and the great capes and the brown mountains. He lived along that coast now every night ano in his dreams he heard the surf roar through it. He smelled the tar and oakum of the deck as he slept and he smelled the smell of Africa that the land breeze brought.of morning. He only dreamed of o laces now and of the i ions on the beach they played like young cats in the dusk. and he loved them.
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Then he be g an to p ity the g reat fish that he had hooked. He is wonderful and strange and who knows how old he is. Never have I had such a strong fish, nor one who acted so strangely. He cannot know that it is only one man mairlst him nor' that it is an old n larl. "Fish, I love you and respect you very rnucrl. But I will kill you dead before this day ends. Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of Clod Pray for us sinners now at the hour of our death Amen. Blessed virgin, Pray for the death of this fish wonderful though he is
"i am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon. The moors runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun. We were born lucky. I do not understand these things. But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun and the moon and the stars...
"You are killing me fish. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who." He took all his I?airl and what was left of his strength and his lon g gone pride and he out it against the fish's agony. Then the fish came alive with his death in him discoloring with the blood from his heart. First it was dark as a shoal in the blue water that was more than a mile deep. Then it spread like a cloud. The fish was silvery and still and floated with the waves. The old man looked at the fish constantly to make sure it was true. It was an hour before the first sharks hit him.
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He lay in the stern and steered and watched for the glow to come in the sky. When the fish had been hit it was as though he himself had been hit. "I shouldn't have gone out so far. Half fish, fish that you were I am sorry that I went too far out. I ruined us both. I should have some luck. No. 'Too violated your luck when you went too far outside. Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her? I would take some though in any form and pay what they asked," He tried to settle more comfortably to steer and from his pain he knew he was not dead.
II, Michtam ('golden writings')
38. Praise the Lord, 0 my sould! Q Lord my God, You are very great ! You are arrayed in glory and majesty.
39. You wrap yourself in light as with a garment You stretch out the heavens like a curtain.
40, the winds are Your messengers, Flames of fire afe Your ministers.
41. You cause streams to spring forth in the valleys; They run between the mountains, giving drink to all the beasts of the field.
42. The birds of the air nest on their banks, and sing among the leaves. You make grass grow for the cattle.
43. And plants for us to cultivate, that bread may come forth from the earth. And wine to cheer our hearts.
44. You made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows its time of setting. You make darkness, and it is night, when all the beasts go prowling.
45. Young lions roar for prey, demanding their food from God. When the sun rises, they slink away and go to their lairs to rest.
46. How manifold are Your works, 0 Lord ! In wisdom You have made them all; the earth is full of creations.
47. I will sing to the Lord all my days; I will sing praises to my God as long as I live.
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