Towards Better Democracy

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Luís de Camões, Roy Campbell


Luís de Camões, Roy Campbell

Camões, alone, of all the lyric race,
Born in the black aurora of disaster,
Can look a common soldier in the face:
I find a comrade where I sought a master:
For daily, while the stinking crocodiles
Glide from the mangroves on the swampy shore,
He shares my awning on the dhow, he smiles
,
And tells me that he lived it all before
.
Through fire and shipwreck, pestilence and loss,
Led by the ignis fatuus of duty
To a dog’s death—yet of his sorrows king—
He shouldered high his voluntary Cross,
Wrestled his hardships into forms of beauty,
And taught his gorgon destinies to sing.

Roy Campbell                             w946

Malcolm D B Munro
Wednesday 8 January, 2020

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