Poem of the Day.


verse/vol06Georgian:
A MAN DREAMS THAT HE IS THE CREATOR

I sat in heaven like the sun
  Above a storm when winter was:
  I took the snowflakes one by one
And turned their fragile shapes to glass:
I washed the rivers blue with rain
And made the meadows green again.

I took the birds and touched their springs,
  Until they sang unearthly joys:
They flew about on golden wings
  And glittered like an angel's toys:
I filled the fields with flowers' eyes,
As white as stars in Paradise.

And then I looked on man and knew
  Him still intent on death--still proud;
Whereat into a rage I flew
  And turned my body to a cloud:
In the dark shower of my soul
The star of earth was swallowed whole.



Home.
Mystery destination!


(Tuesday, 25 July, 2017.)