LIKE SOMEONE WHO SEES HIMSELF CLOSE TO DEATH

Like someone who sees himself close to death,

Stuck amid quizzed weathers and perilous seas,

And sees a place where he could seem to be

But isn’t before his luck’s last breath:

This is how I seem, wind-swollen, rank-drawn,

And eyeing in you the cure for it all;

Desperate to pry the dream from the awe,

I’ll crisscross the world, chanting this, your song.

 

(AFTER AUSIÀS MARCH)