Oceans by Juan Ramón Jiménez
Lunch under the sunshine, singing in the afternoon, and conversations in the evening. It has been a good day, and too precious to share at the moment. Maybe tomorrow.
Oceans
Juan Ramón Jiménez
Translated by Robert BlyI have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing
happens! Nothing… Silence… Waves…—Nothing happens? Or has everything happened,
and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?