A considerate applause you hear
From distant gathering of passers by
Nothing unites them all but spectacle
Of balls thrown high above and juggled on
Yet by some magic that he wields he brought
Them all under the spell of his high art
I can't be mad at this at all for he
Brought laughter to the children that have stopped
And marvelled at the rules of gravity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem