A mass of salt and bitter waters
In vast depressions, boundless vales.
The swaying vault of heaven falters,
The drunken flare of stars unveils.
Can your reciprocal confines
Arrest their headlong rush on high?
To drown - that is your fate’s design!
And should we really blame them? Why?
No strength is left to bear the slander.
It’s not the sea that sinks the ships -
It’s winds that send them under!
The Sea
© Copyright: Евгений Тушин, 2026
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