![]() ![]() ![]() Hidden in the dunes, so alert that the world Now race me blindly back, victorious, your headĬircled with seaweed, past the evermoving Here, the wind dreams of bending to the wind. ![]() Let’s goīarefooted on the rocks, beside the sea’s The track is without flying feet, and the pinegroveĬome down now from the tower, little one: With no voices to blend with, the breeze has gone quiet, Sandcastles will you have shaped to show me? It’s so sweet just to yield to your green call.Ĭolonnades and delicate split shafts, what So many days and nights each wearing the same face,Īfter the identical dark cave of every hour, Lovely sea, stirred up by the Spring breeze. Where my luminous heart always watched you, wave upon wave-you’ve continually raisedīreaking your foamy brow against the shore With the same uncountable number of waves TiptonĮnglish translation copyright © 2016 by White Pine Press Reprinted with permission from Returnings: Poems of Love and Distance ![]()
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