Dec 17, 2009

60 | Text of the Poem

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite
sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand and they play with 5
empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and
smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children
have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast
nets. Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in...