The waves be slow
The waves be slow this dusk
As in slow motion
Yet rustle all the same.
No less they tell
The tales of the old sea
To the selected rocks
And favored caves.
They also tell the Poet-Seer
Who promptly sings:
‘There be fore-boding in each single wave'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem