Paul Archer - photo Paul Archer - poet, translator



After the Feast

After the feast and the singing,
Carafes of wine drained dry,
Baskets of fruit tipped over,
Wine glasses half empty,
Party crowns all crumpled,
Only the incense burning
In the bright, now bare hall.
The feasting over, the stars
Rise to glow in the sky;
It's deep midnight.

Over the restless city,
The courtyards and houses,
The noisy streets
And dull red lights,
Over sleepless masses,
Over earth-bound chaos,
In the high, far off sky
Pure stars burn down
Into our mortal eyes
Their untarnished glow.

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