Mar de Hoces

June 8, 2020


Stupendous jade-hued volumes of the sea 

That palpitate and crest on such a scale 

To make the sailor's resolution quail 

And falter; this typhoon is home to me. 

The fluctuating surface, and the free 

Commotion of the winds, may they avail 

The albatross' wings with which I sail 

Above the watery tumult heedlessly. 

So, shall we guess which destiny I bring, 

What consequence my feathered limbs bestow? 

If luck exists, do I bear good or ill? 

Shall I embrace you with extended wing, 

Or hang about your neck and offer woe? 

The triple fates who might reply are still.



Daniel Platt is a translator, poet and musician who resides in Los Angeles. More of his translations and original poems can be found here.


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