The Window

Sunlit, the lashes fringe the half-closed eyes
With hues no bow excels that spans the skies;
As magical the meteor's flight o'erhead,
And daybreak shimmering on a spider's thread.
Thou starry Universe—whose breadth, depth, height
Contracts to such strait entry as mere sight!
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.