Comet Halley Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Halley lowers down and threatens.
The rich people in aristocratic wagons
run in panic to their mountain villas.
The poor ones on the pier of Larnaca
wear their best dresses, as for shroud.
This is how the world ends; an ooups.

The deaf and dumb alone; no one told him
only one nodded as if saying: ‘run idiot, now.’

However, he laughs in full joy: ouia, wow.
Is the sole citizen and Mayor of the city,
now questions a wall ouaeo: 'deaf, you hear? '
eating figs from trees in the streets, milks a cow,
jumps around, no one there to jeer and sneer him,
the city beats the pulse of his voice: ouia, wow.

At the evening all return back and tell him: ‘Thanks
God, Halley has fallen into the sea. How are you? '
'Ouei, ouiae..' he answers to them with dignity,
while next to him a poet gives an interpretation:
'You heard a hit instead of the song of the comet,
you saw strips instead of his blond, long hair.'



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