The murmur of the sea in a shell
is in truth - as we all know - the echo
of the push and pull of the body's
tough and most enduring spasm.
Just a murmur, by purposeful design.
Do not take too much notice of this sound,
no matter what it says; it is merely a clue
to your candidacy - as time comes round -
for the burden-free journey across the Styx
to a realm of moon and stars far older than you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem