I firmly believe-
The sky is lit by crimson wasps,
With the pollen of the sun-
Drawn into their long abdomens.
Like caffeine maids they scurry
On wings of vaporous light,
Pollinating the universe
With iridescent ichors,
So bold, budding and bright.
God is a beekeeper, (so I know)
And heaven is a sweet honeycomb
Hung onto the amber skyline,
Which ever burns with the buzzing-
Of beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem