The strongman plaits a skein of muscles proud
The sweating horses row with rhythmic legs
The pistons in the motor stroke precisely -
The proof of might is visible in these.
But in the eyrie of his lofty suite
The eagle-man who sits with a cigar
Reveals no sign of disemboweling talons
(The table swept of cares receive his shoes) .
Yet we acknowledge in his nonchalance
The pulsing cycle of an emperor.
The dividends are declared, and far away
The blinded eagle swoops in elegy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice to read it..... i also invite u to read mine