I thought of you, once there last night,
and by the way that I felt that you are.
Why can't you be what you are?
Hearing thunder, when music your art.
Saying today, what you heard by the sea.
Combing each wave comes love, like before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reads like a weak Sarah Teasdale, don't you think?