In the ceaseless clashing of wave and shore
Is found the insouciant voice of seas.
They speak their sibilant tongue, but wherefore
They do is answerable with no ease.
Perhaps the ocean's call seeks not response
But the evocation of man's wonder,
That impulse to imagine, just this once,
An oceanic world torn asunder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, awesome write Connor :) your imagery tears the poem apart, piece by piece, but each piece is replaced before the whole puzzle is gone. Nice work :) keep writing. -W