Look over the house-filled valleys
To where the sky clamps:
Sun smashed,
Moon melted,
Star-pricked
Dome.
Sombre hint of God’s abyss,
What secrets you might hold!
What mist veiled,
Sun hazed oceans,
Teem with life?
Sky locked lands,
Coiled, cluttered, acrawl,
Even citied:
Glorious,
Empired science.
No less hidden than
Microscopic worlds:
Cultured citadels, or just
Bacteria battles under thickening forests
On kitchen floors?
Electron planet orbits neutron sun,
Vast expanse
To creatures formed of,
Well,
Of what?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They tell me it is 'star stuff' from which we come, but then perhaps they are like most of us only guessing. I have really enjoyed reading this and other poems you have posted in a similar vein.