Ode To The Sea.
Here surrounding the island there is sea.
But what sea?
lt's always overflowing
says " Yes," then “No," then "No "again.
And "No, "says "Yes" in blue,
in sea spray raging,
says "No" and "No" again.
It can't be still.
It stammers "My name is sea."
It slaps the rocks,
and when they aren't convinced
Strokes them and soaks them
and smolders them with kisses.
With seven green tongues of seven green dogs,
Or seven green tigers, or Seven green seas,
Beating its chest, stammering its name.
Oh, sea, this is your name.
Oh, comrade ocean, don't waste time
or water getting so upset.
Help us instead.
We're meager fishermen,
men from the shore.
We're hungry and cold
and you're our foe.
Don't beat so hard, don't shout so loud.
Open your green coffers.
Place gifts of silver in our hands.
Give us this day our daily fish.
A Paolo Neruda poem read by Ralph Fiennes
Music: THE POSTMAN (IL POSTINO) Soundtrack by Luis Bacalow. Miramax Records.
Photo: Whispers by *Rock Angel on deviantART.