The sea loved him
Loved him for the sturdy ship
He gave for her to enjoy
Culled by his hand from a strip
Of larch; eager for his employ;
In a remote ravine somewhere in Wales
The timber loved him
And bent to his will and skill
With adze and plane. steam
And copper clench, wanting still
To grow anew to strake and beam
Re-incarnate copse of heart's desire
His students loved him
Welcomed the contagion from his hands
Into their minds' eye so their wood
Or steel or silver broke the chrysalis bands
And butterflied in a glorifying flood.
True discipline of true disciples
And we all loved him
For his wit and wisdom, strength and
Un-fly-hurting tolerance, boyish elation;
Scratched into time's immutable sand.
His goal in life was ever pure creation
And God can now embrace a fellow creator
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some are blessed given a soul free and sublime to give others delight and here you have given me a picture of a man who gave all before the end but not ended his memory firm and sure goes on and on even now on the other side of the vast waters a wonderful poem