No joy shapes you,
no joy buoys you over seas
and waves, that seek to seize
and bear away, over disease
and unease,
frees you to play
but ferries you, tears you, bears you
away.
Yet in this harbour is your haven,
round your haven is my heart,
slowly, slowly, slowly falling apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
More than joy depends on such ships in these times......compelling read.Thank you.