again useless struggling
beacuse out of it
to his neck quick in the sand
thus as love was he caught
agains't the moons
high pulling tide so full
as each new wave
pushes him out
and where is love but from the center flows
starlike this sea and reflections her face
even as night her memory yellow a sun acute
the foam had blown the coast line, higher still
and where the rock is broken off of so many
but now it turns back the tide as to he thin with gloom
rises and drifts off back,
back into the sea
and as each new wave
which rises to quentch off over his restlessness
her yearning has been broken forevermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem