With my feet lifted I hang outside of my own equilibrium
while a ophthalmologist does measure the deviation of my eyes
with a bright painful light
that shines into the depths of my eyes,
still deeper look into my eye,
where the focus of my cornea does disappear
and the ophthalmologist moves out of my sight
as if he does not know about the pain that he is causing.
With my feet lifted I hang outside of my own equilibrium
while an ophthalmologist examines why my sight is disappearing
and when his eye does later peep at me
still deeper look into my eye,
my eye is once again lighted up
(as if he does forget about my presence)
with a bright painful light
where he is now feeding alphabetic letters to my eye
and with hard contact lenses I do later see like a hawk
and when his eye does later peep at me
I do feel enthusiastic,
feel how I sweat involuntary.
With my feet lifted I hang outside of my own equilibrium
and his teeth look like white lime
my own freckles do jump out
and with hard contact lenses I do later see like a hawk
do immediately become witty,
does notice his whole face
with a bright painful light,
he looks very tired
and I am able to see,
my own freckles do jump out,
the ophthalmologist is very handy
and his teeth have got a split.
With my feet lifted I hang outside of my own equilibrium
with a bright painful light
that does bring pain which I do not deserve,
that shines into the depths of my eyes,
and I am able to see
where the focus of my cornea does disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem is composed on eye topic here. Really wise poem this is.10