Verses be less flowing
More rare
More parched
Now!
The night is flown
But
The same sadness
Mist-like goes round
The Earth's ways
Around!
O for the roar of the sea
In winter's tempests
By
The shores of Zonqor Point
And further
Further beyond where the
Sea deepens to a black outrage.
I think
I yearn
For the white curly waves
Of winter tempests
Yes
Off Zonqor Point
Beyond
Where my Inner Soul proffers
To fly.
Giddying thoughts
Ruminating fast
A spinning top of
Thoughts!
And
O for the roar of the sea
In winter's tempests
By
The shores of Zonqor Point
And further
Further beyond where the
Sea deepens to a black outreach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem