Clawing at the coast
Frothing at the mouth
Her frailties shudder not
At the growling sea.
With more wrecks, the spot marked
Wilder her fancy.
Menacing the sky
With not less thunder
Resumes her nerve-sense for
Sea's winged mutation!
Fickle even with terror!
O all-round matron.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem