The Capture of Mr. Sun   Leave a comment

Sunflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne


The sun is a lion
       circling his cage.
Caught for you, brought for you
       on this wheeled stage.
Through fixed bars glaring
       his wrath and his rage
Like a pen for the baby
       or bedrails in old age.

The lion is a sunflower
       with a broad gold face.
Its pedals outstreaming
       like a mane or the rays
Of that candescent Power
       we all watch pace
Through the gendering heavens
       on its circuit of days.

The flower is tracing
       the sun on its rounds;
The carnival moves through
       its orbit of towns;
The lion’s cage rolls
       your streets up and down
Where he pads and we shiver
       at his smile, his frown.

— from W.D.’s Midnight Carnival by W. D. Snodgrass

Posted April 18, 2022 by kenneturner in Information

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