a ship at sea in ghostly fog
when all the world is gray
still plows its way to destiny
beyond where shadows stay
the only sound upon the deck
the footsteps of one man
who peers into the purblind gloom
for sign of light or land
the ship it seems is in control
there is no turning back
the mist is cool upon his face
as gray fades into black
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
still plows its way to destiny beyond where shadows stay ... who peers into the purblind gloom for sign of light or land = Very nice verses, the whole metaphor works so well, as a picture of meanings and feelings