There was a fort near the sea—oh
How near the sea it was—
And they were making love at high tide
And the mermaids found their ways
In and curled around
The stacks of cannon balls—
Hard emerald glistening and pink
Confection wetted down
Diademed in the perpetual
Crepuscule of their obscurity
They sighed and had wet dreams of
Knights who never came.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem