The Odyssey, A Modern Sequel
a poem by Nikos Kazantzakis
Then flesh dissolved, glances congealed, the heart's pulse stopped,
and the great mind leapt to the peak of its holy freedom,
fluttered with empty wings, then upright through the air
soared high and freed itself from its last cage, its freedom.
All things like frail mist scattered till but one brave cry
for a brief moment hung in the calm benighted waters:
''Forward, my lads, sail on, for Death's breeze blows in a fair wind!'
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