I saw the sun step like a gentleman <br />Dressed in black and proud as sin. <br />I saw the sun walk across London <br />Like a young M. P., risen to the occasion. <br /> <br />His step was light, his tread was dancing, <br />His lips were smiling, his eyes glancing. <br />Over the Cenotaph in Whitehall <br />The sun took the wicket with my skull. <br /> <br />The sun plays tennis in the court of Geneva <br />With the guts of a Finn and the head of an Emperor. <br />The sun plays squash in a tomb of marble, <br />The horses of Apocalypse are in his stable. <br /> <br />The sun plays a game of darts in Spain <br />Three by three in flight formation. <br />The invincible wheels of his yellow car <br />Are the discs that kindle the Chinese war. <br /> <br />The sun shows the world to the world, <br />Turns its own ghost on the terrified crowd, <br />Then plunges all images into the ocean <br />Of the nightly mass emotion. <br /> <br />Games of chance and games of skill, <br />All his sports are games to kill. <br />I saw the murderer at evening lie <br />Bleeding on his death-bed sky. <br /> <br />His hyacinth breath, his laurel hair, <br />His blinding sight, his moving air, <br />My love, my grief, my weariness, my fears <br />Hid from me in a night of tears.<br /><br />Kathleen Jessie Raine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-darting-apollo/
