Morning Sea

 Let me stop here.
 Let me, too, look at nature awhile.

The brilliant blue of the morning sea, of the cloudless sky,
the yellow shore; all lovely,
all bathed in light.


Let me stand here.
 And let me pretend I see all this
(I really did see it for a minute when I first stopped)
and not my usual day-dreams here too,
my memories, those images of sensual pleasure.



trans.
 by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard

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