In A Shattered Ship


Luis Martín De La Plaza

In a shattered ship, without helm or mast,

I sail the broad gulf of love,

in whose sea the waves are of fire,

and break on hearts, not on sand.

Here I weep, moored to the chain

of a thought, so blind to my own good,

which hopes to find some peace:

where they cry fire, fire roars.

In this sea of my defeat uncertain,

I strain my eyes, from weeping tired,

and very far away the port appears before me.

And no sooner do I joyfully greet the port,

then a great storm of troubles

drives me back and it disappears.

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