I saw the Sun at midnight, rising red,
Deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain
Of blood-compassion, and I saw It gain
Swiftly in size and growing till It spread
Over the stars; the heavens bowed their head
As from Its heart slow dripped a crimson rain,
Then a great tremor shook It, as of pain—
The night fell, moaning, as It hung there dead.
O Sun, O Christ, O bleeding Heart of flame!
Thou givest Thine agony as our life’s worth,
And makest it infinite, lest we have dearth
Of rights wherewith to call upon Thy Name;
Thou pawnest Heaven as a pledge for Earth
And for our glory sufferest all shame.
The title - - I Saw The Sun At Midnight- - is an example of a title that will draw the readers' eyes like a magnet. The poem, however, suffered a bit from the personification carried too far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem about belief and regret for misery of the human lief.