Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has sent its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost Alone's unhurt, Lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, I liked the words. Scientifically inaccurate tho