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Song Of The Sea
(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Song Of The Sea

(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

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Comments (2)

An interesting poem by the poet.
I could complete my life hearing and reading only St Vincent Millay! Bittersweet resignation seems to be a leit motif in many of her works, and the pictures she paints with her choice of words are always, to me, brooding, somber, sad in a universal sense.