ALEXANDER PEN, ON THE PIER HIGH THE WIND BLOWS

ON THE PIER HIGH THE WIND BLOWS

On the pier  high the wind  blows. The eyes 

have a calm spectacle of light.

A  bended sail goes, and in silence

a man steers it almost horizontal.

In the silence  a beret  blowes away 

from the head of a boy, and touches the sea

like a balloon the sky.

Flame remains inside the cold spectacle of light

his ruffled hair.