The sounds of the beach, of
people, muted by a cadence -
poems could be read there
even resonate and a drifting
of words was all that we heard,
a rolling of phrases and lines
easy as the waves, quiet as the
settled sand -
the moment is just as fleeting as
its recollection is intense
and as experiences they are
perhaps of a kind -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem