It is not heaven: bitter seed br Leavens its entrails with despair br It is a star where dragons breed: br Devils have a footing there. br br The sky has bent it out of shape; br The sun has strapped it to his wheel; br Its course is crooked to escape br Traps and gins of stone and steel. br br It balances on air, and spins br Snared by strong transparent space; br I forgive it all its sins; br I kiss the scars upon its face.