Classic Poem

Where shall this lust open its mouth?
A big sea turtle is asleep like a mountain
and near the Paleozoic sea
the shell of a giant clam weighing about four tons in thickness is surveying it all.
What slow dark sunrays!
From behind the island at each cape misty with sprays
a mysterious hospital ship form emerges
and it is, you see, dragging the hawser of its sunken anchor.
Listen! my love
how long are we going to sit here, side by side on these sad rocks here
the sun is boundlessly distant
and where the rays of light beam in, low booms a conch sounds.
My love!
As we sit lonely like this, side by side like penguins
both love and my liver seem to turn into icicles .
My gentle love!
I no longer have hope or the consolation of a peaceful life, you know;
everything drives me to maddening melancholy
oddly the seasons turn and turn
and both spring and damson plums have already been entangled in a messy net of delusions.
What shall I do, my love!
We are trembling like large clam flesh on the seashore of a terrifying solitude.
Besides, there's no way of speaking of lust
and you don't understand such a helpless heart, do you? My love!