[Juvenilia]
I had an eye for sea and sky
and love for bitter-sweet fruit: 
I yearned to haunt the gull-dipped sea
In quest of my blue recluse.
My way was lost amid strange songs, 
deciduous faith had shed; 
no stellar sirens sang to me—
Your hollow hum kept me in thrall, 
duped by bliss, pulse possessed.
Hostage to my giddy blood, 
I canceled star-burst dreams, 
questing for her sparking flesh,                                     
bound to pyrotechnic bouts of love
the Zodiac knows nothing of.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Published in Trinity College Review, Hartford, as first-semester freshman.