God created a man out of clay who shone so brightly he transformed into a being of shining gold. The golden man held a bow aimed at God, his creator. When God asked if he planned to murder him, the golden man replied that he was merely measuring God and told him to be silent. God was curious about this regal figure and asked for his name, to which the man replied "Sir! Genius". The poem leaves this country and islet as a heritage for future generations to enjoy, like a child dreaming on the edges of life.
God created a man out of clay who shone so brightly he transformed into a being of shining gold. The golden man held a bow aimed at God, his creator. When God asked if he planned to murder him, the golden man replied that he was merely measuring God and told him to be silent. God was curious about this regal figure and asked for his name, to which the man replied "Sir! Genius". The poem leaves this country and islet as a heritage for future generations to enjoy, like a child dreaming on the edges of life.
God created a man out of clay who shone so brightly he transformed into a being of shining gold. The golden man held a bow aimed at God, his creator. When God asked if he planned to murder him, the golden man replied that he was merely measuring God and told him to be silent. God was curious about this regal figure and asked for his name, to which the man replied "Sir! Genius". The poem leaves this country and islet as a heritage for future generations to enjoy, like a child dreaming on the edges of life.
Out of clay But so bright he, he spun Himself to brightest Day Till he was all shining gold, And oh, He was handsome to behold! But in his hands held he a bow Aimed at me who created Him. And I said, Wouldst murder me Who am thy Fountainhead Then spoke he the man of gold: I will not Murder thee! I do but Measure thee. Hold Thy peace! And this I did, But I was curious Of this so regal head. Give thy name! Sir! Genius Leaving as heritage this islet this poem, You and I, this country yours and mine, This child dreaming on the edges of life.