The wave
(Vala)

Burning with desire for the rocks
She breaks like a woman in orgiastic frenzy
And carries in her arms the joy of remoteness,
The mock tale of beauty, and

Born of the womb of the sea
Like the bastard child of unnamed sin
Pregnant with the weight to deceive life, and

Like a thief she snuggles onto the breast of the rocks
Into the rugged embrace of the old warrior, and
She lies and lies, and

Lying is the game of the waves,
- the game of falling and rising,
Of death and of birth, and

She startles at the frigidity of the rocks,
What deception as she makes love with the centuries!...