The Blue Boat
When winter rain falls
The lake in the vale fills up
Clear as a child’s tear
Where a blue rowing boat floats
Whishing it were a schooner
When the wind blows
You can if you try see masts
And its boastful sails
As it crosses vast expanses
Of dreams and secret longings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my favorite poem of yours. If I could paint, I'd paint its picture although I'd have trouble with the dreams and secret longings part, which is such a beautiful ending.