Ere the leviathan can swim a league
let us in idleness for love find room,
and when we have to stop because fatigue
exhausts us, as it must, let’s bloom
like western flowers on a summer night,
confusing lovers with their juices,
and when leviathan returns let’s fight
before we loosen lovers’ nooses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem