The Street Performers in the Night
by Marc Chagall
Night. You with your depth-dissolving face
pressed against my face.
to my awestruck gaze.
Night, shuddering in my regard,
but in yourself so steady;
inexhaustible creation, enduring beyond
the fate of earth;
brimming with new stars, who fling
fire from their birth
into the soundless adventure
of galactic spaces:
your sheer existence,
you transcender of all things, makes me so small.
Yet, one with the darkening earth,
I dare to be in you.
new stars are always old, like our pain.ReplyDelete