In English. The sea is a false promise
of return,
ebb and flow,
rhythmic come and go,
the Portuguese fisherman’s saudade,
the Korean cane cutter’s han,
the American salesman building a heartland,
longing for salt and brine
he has never known.
No Equivalent
Posted: August 4, 2009 by Arambler in Night PoemsTags: ebb, flow, han, heartland, longing, Poetry, saudade
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