Let me be healed in the sea wash,
late waves, back water
that curls under the Moon.
My face pulled to the tide;
my eyes brothers in salt.Let
the gulls call me to the first
slight waves, let the wind change
direction in my ears.
Let me drink all this;
ebb and flood, wind and sea,
sea and wind, flood and ebb.
I read this poem 'A Blind Man Looks At The Sea'. I tried to understand as I am an ophthalmologist. How can I interpret 'my eyes brothers in salt'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good piece. Compelling and flowing images that create a very nice read indeed. Excellent write.