The summer-sun burns blinding
on the window, mirror image on my eye
where trees, the rocky garden and plants
change gripping to an arched sky
above a domed sea
with reflection of light,
with fencing poles that are crossing rearranged
to a float drifting in equilibrium.
I am for days in the doldrums
and nights long, how long I cannot say
while I wait on the gusts of wind
that have to carry me away and I am full of apathy
until the wind, the sea thunder foaming throws me
in into eternity, far past damnation and the hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem