Reply #23: Courtesy of the Google translator [View All]

[rocktivity]

Marine Breeze

The flesh is sad, alas!
and I read all the books.
To flee! Over there to flee!
I feel that birds are drunk
to be among unknown scum and the skies!
Nothing, nor the old gardens reflected by the eyes
will retain this heart which in the sea soaks O nights!
neither the deserted clearness of my lamp
On the vacuum paper which whiteness defends
And nor the young woman nursing her child.
I will leave! Steamer balancing your mast,
Weighs the anchor for a natural exotic!
A Trouble, afflicted by the cruel hopes, still
And, perhaps, the masts, inviting the storms
Are those which a wind leans on the
Perdus shipwrecks, without masts,
without masts, nor fertile small islands...
But, Ô my heart, hear the song of the sailors!

Hmm, must have been one of those Beat poets.

:shrug:
rocknation