Side by side, this shoreline we tread;
This galaxy's; alike facing
Painless Time-lapped, the one creator.
Seas, eterne-washed into, placing.
But shaping, far apart, as with
Sun and moon, for lit cave's
World-views. His, headland's confrontational.
Her's, frothed smoothing down wave's.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem