I can see the faces of those fishermen
Blurred. I've seen enough of their world
No longer searching for reason
Watching out for pearls
Let me breeze over the gravel
Drift swiftly through the weeds
Float me over the silted levels
Stream out into the seas
Give me salt upon my lips
Let the stormy waves keep me down
Submerge me deep under water
Let me be drowned
I've flowed into the oceans
Drifted far out into the seas
Deeper down into the abyss
Set free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gosh.... very Syliva Plath! ! ! HG: -) xx