Philosophy First Chapter by Patrick A. Durantou - HTML preview

The oceans

As these mist crews

When the foam rumbles up there to choose

A hi look at the sea look

The big wild leisure in his not knowing

What to say, what to do with this immense epigram

Continents I go to the downtown skyline where I

Crosses birds bluish depths c ep uring

A sail to far astray I'm alone

I am alone and nothing saves this solitude

I loved, I loved, I dreamed, I dreamed of freedom

And I detected that the affront to my dreams

When east to west is not answered

You are so present in my time, in my year

I do not know what to do, what about this epigram

I'm going to the downtown skyline where birds cross

I dreamed of freedom, I loved, I loved the solitude yet

Where the nights are as alike as an eternal dream.