What is the fabric of this vision, this ceremony in the air—
Each cloud-capped column and temple solemn arising like a prayer? !
What is the fabric of this vision, this ceremony in the air—
A Treasure Tower of splendid power bejeweled everywhere? !
Music of the spheres resounds, as you see
Flowers from the heavens fall!
The great globe itself is lapis lazuli,
And the rustling winds are virtues all!
What is the fabric of this vision, this ceremony in the air— beyond compare? !
We are such stuff as dreams are made on!
This is the stage that life is played on!
May I fathom the fabric of this vision deep,
Before my life is rounded with a sleep!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Music of the spheres resounds, as you see Flowers from the heavens fall! The great globe itself is lapis lazuli, And the rustling winds are virtues all.. great poem and great thinking dear poetess.. tony
Thank you! I’m pleased with the way you seem to feel the 'sense and sensibility' in the poem.