working through these endless
accusations, I leaned my
cheek against my hand I
dreamed of your absconded kingdoms.
I walked on clouds.
losing ground before your
last appearance, I renounced
the court astronomers, those
managers of light disparaging
the sun of Your heart in mine:
so bright
so bright and so
incapable of being bought off
mary angela douglas 29 march 2002
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Managers of light' can never buy off the sun of one person's heart in someone else's. Beautiful conception. To my Favorites. I invite you to read my poem GALILEO'S GAZE.