There should be a grand piano.
Somewhere in the room
my hands drown in the dark.
I'm out of tune. Someone
should walk upon the black
and white waves like the moon.
There is something beautiful
on the music stand... Sails...
Chopin? I shall pick the keys
like sea shells and listen,
look out from the grand pier
at the grey and blue bands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has it all. I especially enjoy the symmetry, the sound, and, of course, the images. ''My hands drown in the dark.'' is probably the most powerful line I've read in a while. Wonderfully crafted work, jean! Regards, Stephen Parnell