teacher poem

in the sphere
glass-blower of time
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
she was a beauty in the days
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
are you alive?
since, if you stood by my side today
tripping up, falling down
the agony of having too much power
for then without
of sun nor stars
out of the deep and the dark