My first
Terrible beauty
The wild coast of sea
So much like me
What will you look like
When the winds have calmed
And time has finished her work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
are you referring to Brittany, in France? (my brother-in-law is from there and speaks of its wild waters) .....but does time ever finish her work...time goes on without us....and the wind picks up again.....beautiful little poem of the grandeur of life.....