After The Storm (translation and poem)
The ship lies a wreck out there, Doused with tears on a nearby rock, Lost is its drape and clothes flair, Ripped from mast and beams across. O'erturned half to the starboard's side And with rails submerged beneath sea. The land receives with every tide, Langushed pleas of agony. Water gushed as... Sign in to see full entry.