Poem of the day. Nikola Sop
di
Redazione Italia, May 30 2016
Redazione Italia, May 30 2016
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Miracle, miracle.
We
are leaning over and looking
At the night overturned.
What
used to be above us, high up,
A soaring vault,
Is now flying,
moving, swaying,
Deep below us.
Already we have forgotten
clouds and winds and rains.
Here at the summit of overturned
space,
Are we not ourselves–
Our own breath?
We
are leaning over and looking
At the night overturned.
What
used to be above us, high up,
A soaring vault,
Is now flying,
moving, swaying,
Deep below us.
Already we have forgotten
clouds and winds and rains.
Here at the summit of overturned
space,
Are we not ourselves–
Our own breath?
Nikola Sop
