On a domed ceiling
under a painted God
the painter slips and falls
while his painted God looks on
The painter meets his maker
on the marble far below
then looking up he verifies
his recent handiwork
you are telling me this is the secret wildreness, the face, the fate, the fame, , , , ,
Wonder what the true story is? This is really quite amusing and I suppose profound, too!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem.