Sea
— It seems, sea, that you struggle
— oh, endless disorder, incessant iron!—
to find yourself or that I may find you.
— How incredible that you should show yourself
in all your naked solitude
— without ever a companion
neither a he nor a she—projecting
such an image of our
entire world today!
—You are as if in childbirth
—with so much effort!—
of yourself, matchless sea,
of yourself, just yourself, in your own
solitary abundance of abundances
. . . to find yourself or that I may find you!
by Juan Ramón Jimenéz
from The Poet & the Sea
White Pine Press 2009