I see the image of a naked man,

He stoops and picks a smooth stone from the ground,

Turns round and in a wide arc flings it backward

Towards the beginning. What will catch it,

Hand, or paw, or gullet of sea monster?

He stoops again, turns round and flings a stone

Straight on before him. I listen for sts fall,

And hear a ringing on some hidden place

As if against the wall of an iron tower.