A True Storm

Storm or dream which bedlam fed me

Led me to burst typhoon's chains

Ocean tempest splicing my senses

A whip-soar that rocks perpetual tides.

Hurricane thrusts come toward me

I watch from my cliff which wave to clutch

Prop-cloud to cling

The sea cap foam spills over its rage

Nature tumbling surrounds this house of windows

The sea mumbles into the shore

What I see is lovelier than what I hear.

At the foot of our cliff the flash of waves pounding

The tintinnabulation, last drops of echoes

How they fall down to pianissimo

As hands on a piano copy La Mer.