Change do landscapes
but not seascapes..
one cannot look at the sea's surface
and know if it is 20000 BC or 2000 AD
Neath the wingweave
of gulls..
they tossed a wreath upon her
to give her a crown
How absurd.. this tiny little
crown.. upon her infinite
immensity
.. but she is not interested
in honors from earth..
and she swept it to the shore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem