down by the shore I live
in a simple shelter by night
and for when I have need of rest;
and the waters creep up
almost to the door
early mornings I set out in my boat
and come in soon
with what fish I can catch;
some I keep, and some I sell
at the market nearby
where I can buy what other things
I may need
and so I have lived
these many years
with the songs of the sea
with the fish for company
and the few trees leaning over me
so my life goes
the days like the waves
and my thoughts along
with the same flow -
till in quiet, in peace
the stars announce my time to cease
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'and the waters creep up almost to the door' wonderful and with neap spring tide tickle the toes with wet ripple fingers, loved the title and the lifestyle