The ship, solid and black, <br />enters the clear blackness <br />of the great harbor. <br /> Quiet and cold. <br /> —The people waiting <br />are still asleep, dreaming, <br />and warm, far away and still stretched out in this <br />dream, perhaps . . . <br /> <br /> How real our watch is, beside the dream <br />of doubt the others had! How sure it is, compared <br />to their troubled dream about us! <br /> Quiet. Silence. <br />Silence which in breaking up at dawn <br />will speak differently. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Robert Bly<br /><br />Juan Ramón Jiménez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ship-solid-and-black/
