Anchor and icon of the frowning wave.
Mirrors the heavens above the granite
Rocks of the ancient bay.
U-boat in the bosom the seas
Buried.
Alarm bells ring red.
The pointed steeple of Cathedral old
Pierces the upper airs, partially.
And there is a dusk in the under
The sea-bosom.
The bosom shell is vacant-empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem