That forlorn figure in the sea and that
forlorn figure on the beach, that’s me,
wishing to bathe in warm waves - but
reduced to watching lattices of white
candy-floss forming cascade lace at
my feet: rocks make it impossible to
risk life & limb & I remain planted on
the beach, perceiving breakers form
candy-floss lattices of cascade lace…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem