Thousands of grains of sand
are sticking to my hand
Millions of microdrops of salty sea
are flying around the head of me
And I am just sitting there
on that vast and lonely beach
wanting to be
a little servant of humanity
This is a poem of grandeur and humility. The grandeur is in Nature, the humility is in you. This is as it should be. Our unique human ability is to understand Nature, to wrap our minds around its vastness and wonders, and then realize we are only a tiny portion of it. Your poem shows this fully and persuasively. I feel humbled by the huge scale of the universe, but I also feel proud (the right kind of pride) that I can comprehend. My favorite American poet WALT WHITMAN expressed this same idea when he called his poems LEAVES OF GRASS.
So much imagery in so few words! Like this little poem. Nicely written!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely imaginary sitting on the silent beach