" The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around :
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

At lenght did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul
We hailed it in God's name.
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunderfit;
The heilmsman steered us through!
And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,

The Albatross Acrylic and enamel on canvas
230x150x5 cm
2022
Part of a private collection

Back to overall works Go to next work And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariners' hollo!
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through the fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white moon-shine.»
«God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!
Why look'st thou so?» - With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross "




From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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