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(Capri, Piccola Marina)


Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.

Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar...

Oh, how a fruit-bearing
fig tree feels your coming
high up in the moonlight.


Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

Added: 2 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 30 Aug 2008 1:02 PM | Viewed: 2446 times

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