Abraham Sutzkever

(1913 - 2010 / Smorgon, Russian Empire)

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,
Tore apart
The heart of the sun with his hoop
And, drunken,
Rolled it on,
On and on.

Comments about Beyond The Sun by Abraham Sutzkever

  • Gold Star - 17,757 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (7/17/2014 10:39:00 AM)

    Great imagery.............very nicely done............. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 17, 2014

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