The sea has examined me into this shape
I have come so far only because of what is left
How can I not accept it gratefully how can you not
if the entire sea can do it I would say give it a try
I do not have the power to observe you into love
but something of us both has been examined
Wave by wave into a lean slightness no vessel
because it goes all directions at once having come so far
with its hollows and whorls soothing to the waves
no difference between inside and outside
It no longer matters what is missing it never did it turns
out it was always this floating thing and never that
This is really beautiful
Thanks, M. You get to a certain age, and all sorts of questions begin popping up. I was thinking about all those questions (not the answers, heck no) when I noticed this small piece of driftwood on my desk. And it went from there.
Really nice, Jeff. And once again, wonderful closing lines.
Thanks Len. You like the closing lines and Emily likes the opening couplet. Now I just need someone to embrace the middle!
And I am grateful that this poem is what it always was. Thanks, Jeff.
Just like that driftwood, if I wrote this poem tomorrow instead of last night it might be different. BTW, I translate your comment also to mean that you absolutely love the middle section of this poem (see reply to Leonard’s note above). Now I feel complete.
You always were complete, but — as usual — your translation is impeccable.
Wonderful. Took me a while to venture beyond the first two arresting lines.
As long as you are not late for coffee, take all the time you want.
Ha! Will be there, with the Ancients in tow 😉
Lovely. I’m so happy to have discovered your work. Your poetry is beautiful.
Thanks, and welcome!
“it turns / out it was always this floating thing and never that”
Really beautiful! Just love this.
Thank you for your excellent poem. Here’s for you:
Sea snakes the coast
always with a long, last hiss.
Sea kisses the shore
always with a backward glance.
into rock pools
images flooding dreams.
like a tiger
You are so good with bringing the inanimate to life. Makes feel like I’m there witnessing the entire process of become that piece of driftwood.. Or the core of who I am becoming.
Thanks! You’re all over it.