Beyond The Sun - Poem by Abraham Sutzkever
Beyond the sun who can reach?
…Once, in an evening purple soft,
When the air was kindled wool,
I met a boy rolling a wooden hoop
From a backyard,
Through alley and street,
Uphill, where the ball of the sun
Was suspended —
A roll and a rush and a run —
And he set
In the sun,
In the red transparence,
The heart of the sun with his hoop
Rolled it on,
On and on.
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