Effecting an elegant arrangement near at hand,
Lady, Loquacious in your speech,
I peruse the body of your letters hoping
I will understand the cause for your alarm.
Did my haughty pursuit seeking your attentions
distill the evening song of our embrace?
My heart captured by these first lyrical notes,
charmed, like a smoldering ember fired with belief,
suffering in the wellspring of its thirst.
Of what has and shall be written,
intimately scribed but never spoken,
the melodic sounding of your voice evades me;
yet, the offspring of our poems has woken
and renews my love affair with the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
of high merit Captain Cur