To a Poet Caught in the Will of the Sea
... tell nothing
in the flush of your fear
speak no word that the sea may hear
trust to it no name call no one
enemy or friend utter not one sigh
to snag on a reef
or curl round the coral keep
furl song in your throat tales of fire
laughter and ice cram in your
brimful eyes confess nothing
in the crest of your fear
lock up your tongue
that when it chill fingers
reach deep to pluck out your heart
make no sound not one prayer
vault your voice
telling the wind nothing nothing
to the very end nothing...
posted by merlie alunan @ 12: 42 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem