Henry Levet (trans.Timothy Adès)
Outward Bound (Outwards)
Indian Ocean: Postal Maritime: Steaming at fourteen knots, the Andrew B. The sun sets in its jammy mess of crime Into this flat, seemingly hand-smoothed sea.
Miss Roseway, who is bound for Adelaide To her fiancé’s Home Sweet Home of sheep, Can’t cure my spleen’s distemper, I’m afraid, Her lorgnette quizzing at the Lakshadweep.
Reluctantly, I shall attend the dance This evening: lanterns on the bridge; romance. (I’m partnering Miss Roseway, who solicits
For shipwrecked sailors’ families, in the nicest Possible way!) O, may I, in the waltz, Cradling her kidneys, gently draw her on
To shipwreck! God will recognise his own…