Casey Jarrell Poems
I wake up, hearing my name in someone's voice.
Floating above the blue waves of the sea's cradle,
Somewhere in this sea, someone's speaking in an arguing voice.
From a crying heart, love can't be born.
Only sadness overflows.
From the fragments of a beautiful wish of the sea,
there is a light that is wanting to be born.
In the orange sea, blending into the sunset,
the tears of the world sleep.
Someday, the source of all darkness will vanish.
That day will come.
I want to sing with a singular love... in the blue sea.
The Harvest Moon
For those who planted the seed,
it is the harvest moon they seek.
During the night,
the plants will grow.
When the plants bloom,
they soon will know.
They say that on Good Friday,
plants will grow and look healthy.