God deemed the World an acrobat-
And quite the agile one, at that-
Upon an oval ring, He sat-
The Earth on a trapeze.
The comets dashed a rhino’s run-
Which weaved within a blackness spun-
Around the juggling circus sun-
Oh what a show He leads!
The starmen sported clownish suits-
Of luminescent hats and boots
They load their cannons full and shoot-
Themselves across the sky
While on a ball mankind was sat-
With freedom forced upon his back
I lay still on the ground, and ask-
“Why do stars hang so high? ”
For I must strike a match to glow-
Like starlight mirrored in the snow-
And If I want a woman’s hold-
I toil day and day.
Yet you are born of Godly kin-
With careless eyes and rainbow skin-
Oh circus with a skylight grin-
I’ll dance with you someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great stuff. Very descriptive and metaphorical. I could go on about this all day. It reminds me of a painting I've seen in the MOLAA, but can't recall the artist. This is visionary poetry, the kind I enjoy.