Nature
On the Sea
Translated by Jethro Bithell (1911) · From Contemporary Belgian Poetry (1911)
Nature
Blow, blow, thou boisterous tempest,
Blow, bitter winds and stark;
The fisher, he cannot hear you,
A-sailing in his dream-bark.
He sails to what pale daughters,
To what horizons dim?
Rage, rage ye winds and climb ye waters,
But we are waiting for him.
We are the lovelorn maidens,
Alone in the wearisome dark;
You winds and you waters that love us,
Overturn him in his dream-bark.
Cite this poem
MLA
Gérardy, Paul. “On the Sea.” Translated by Jethro Bithell. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/paul-gerardy/6/.
Chicago
Gérardy, Paul. “On the Sea.” Translated by Jethro Bithell. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/paul-gerardy/6/.
Read this poem with the Codex →