And those who have come from the place where the earth, comes to an end
Hoist ocean weeds or the lead of the sounding-line, and floating above them one sees
The Sword-fish with scarlet fins, or the god of the Sea, with eyes of horn, disgorging his tongue like a stone,
Or the salutary sign of the cross with equal branches:
And such are the signs of those who live on the brink of the deep abyss.
Other flags are green like a field, and grass is fastened there and the hair of animals and bones and sacks of earth.
The image of the wheat arises from the furrow amidst a flight of pigeons with outspread wings; and words come out of the mouth,
And the vine like a woman is bound upon the wine-press;
And something also recalls the Sun
When in September, after the harvest is gathered,