My lucky charm. I've lost you
for good, in the pleats of this sandy beach,
for where yesterday you slid from my shoe
the greedy waves now reach.
Such luck in love you brought me nightly
when I touched you to my trembling lips
or pressed you desperately and tightly
between my fingertips.
I only hope the one who spies
you gleaming in the morning sun
quickly discerns your tender properties
and comes to bless the one
whose bitter fortune was your loss,
and, clutching you, drowsy, falls asleep
from time to time still curious
to know his fate.
Gosh, this is both deep and transparent in it's simple beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very beautiful poem and a curious one at that.10/10