A sky full of silent suns.

A sky full of silent suns.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not read more

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to it for help--for it
As impotently moves as you or I.

I go back to those who say: what if the heavens fall?
[Lat., Redeo ad illes qui aiunt: quid read more

I go back to those who say: what if the heavens fall?
[Lat., Redeo ad illes qui aiunt: quid si coelum ruat?]

A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only read more

A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Bolt from the blue.

Bolt from the blue.

The sky
is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun
and the moon
read more

The sky
is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun
and the moon
keep their diary.

Never till then so many thunderbolts from cloudless skies. (Bolt
from the blue.)
[Lat., Non alias caelo ceciderunt read more

Never till then so many thunderbolts from cloudless skies. (Bolt
from the blue.)
[Lat., Non alias caelo ceciderunt plura sereno.]

From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.

From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.