Song Of The Sea
Martyn Bates, Rainer Maria Rilke
Primeval breath from the sea
Sea-wind by night;
You come unseekingly;
One lying till light
Must seek and find what he
May interpose:
Primeval breath from the sea
That only blows
As for primeval stone
Pure space
Rushing from realms unknown...
How felt by a high-sown
Fig-tree that clings for place
In the moonlight alone