Sunk Between Sea and Sky
The man sinks and reappears
Repeatedly
Flings up his arms and shouts
But no one hears
The ship heeling in the wind,
is intent upon its business
Profoundly
The passengers and crew
Have lost sight of him
He calls despairingly
He goes in swimming
Still struggles for life
Furiously
Batteling against inexhaustible
Inexhaustibly
Sees only the bleak pallor of the clouds
He hears sounds unknown to man
Seems to come from some dreadful place
beyond the bounds of Earth
Mysteriously
There are birds flying amid the clouds
As angels soar above the distresses of mankind
Attentivly.
But what can they do for him?
They sing as they gilde and hover
Gaily and energetically
While he grasps for life
Despairingly.
He is lost between the infinities
Of Sea and sky
Deliriously
The one a Tomb
The other a Shroud
For the last time he calls
Beseechingly
But not to man!
Where is God? !
&
Freyad Hugo
(Dutch writer, author, translator, columnist, political analyst, Poet)
Heerenveen
October,2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glide, correct