Two men on a roof
work in silence,
shirts off,
coppering on that slant;
hammer aloft,
arm silhouettes against the sun
for that momentary pause
before the arc, described,
powers homeward
on a pinpoint of steel.
steady slamming beats nail by nail in place.
and tier on tier
progresses to the apex.
Then they stand,
swaying in the heat,
aglisten with their toil -
one foot on each half of the world they built
that slides away from that point
too close to heaven -
and descend to earth.
'too close to heaven - and descend to earth.' Metaphor used in this untitled image is marvelous. Lillian, as if closing my eyes I can see clearly. 10++ with pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a pleasure to read your poems. The appreciative attention you pay to the everyday activities that most people mentally catalog with a word or short phrase and move on without another thought makes your work a must read for me.