The body-the anchor
how soon will eye thank her
for lessons all learned well?
I's tossed and I turned,
Eye often got burned
but lived
with stories to tell!
Now I see her place!
Tis under water!
No longer will I raise thee!
For you now are better
off me untethered and
under the deep blue sea!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem