Poezii

Nicolae Sirius A True Phantasy Poem Glass Daisy was her name. Every autumn Glass Daisy went to the market A distant fair and too costly. Yet she would go, selling and buying, And returning delayed. Glass Daisy had nothing to sell. One day I saw her lying between the two poles Of the world. She had sold five pharaohs For a handful of sand. But no pyramid Would she build. Merchandise without Buyers. A fantastic story She told to Erend'ra, her tactless Grandmother, who passed it on To the wretched prince of her dreams. Glass Daisy bought what others would fail To barter; the souls of kings, forgotten On their thrones, then passed on To idiots. Take it, she said, feel haughty You fool, for fatuous kings have shared Their foolishness with you. And thus let us delight nature. Glass Daisy went alone to the market, A distant fair, and the sweetest tune Was played always for her. Chestnut trees and garlands and thresholds always sang. Glass Daisy danced to the music Oh how she danced to the tune! A chestnut enamoured of her: I can still see a beautiful idol Resplendent over a creaking gate. Glass Daisy danced to the tune Oh how she danced alone On her way to the market Far, far away. Poetry page