Celestial Sofa
There's mist in the gorge today
early sun nudges as it floats
wisp by wisp eases away
to join the oriole's notes
with cobbled clouds to form
a fainting, Celestial sofa.
The sacred ibis chevron
pierces the cobbled highway,
a disciplined measured throng,
over its cobbles in smooth sway.
Strong Vee shape outlined by
A fainting Celestial sofa.
The huge Vee races in unison.
There's a gentle urgency in the view
of each thrust of wing, a vision
of silent power, slicing through
the sight of cobbled sky against
a fainting Celestial sofa.
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I would like to translate this poem
There's a gentle urgency in the view of each thrust of wing, a vision of silent power, slicing through the sight of cobbled sky against a fainting Celestial sofa. so fine an imagination... just wonderful........ thank you dear poet. tony