Leda Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

The sea swells in the sunset breeze.
Leda sees the look of the sea
From sprawling ruins,
And her thoughts cry on her face.

The blonde Leda thinks of love.
The sea mirrors her pale face,
And in its depths,
It paints the finest, amid the ruins.

A fisherman walks on the shores
— With a silver net.
He sees the goddess. She's sad and cold.
And she wanders through the sand.

On summer nights, one year later,
One could see a moving flare.
The fisherman hurries up
—With the ruins' tender-gift in his boat.

(1866)

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