A small black ball rolls
Across that great red sphere..
Transit of Mercury!
Myth's wing-heeled wonder.
By time lapse alone earns
The right to be called
God's speedy messenger!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A few years ago, a rare transit was visible and I prepared for it with filtered binoculars. As sunset came and my opportunity approached, it clouded over. I will have to look into Spondees and Sapphic stanzas. Will Vodka and donuts work? : -)
Yes, they'd work for me! Especially Donuts! The rhythm is mainly trochaic with the odd spondee thrown in for fun! clouding is a pest but we've had an unusually bright spell in recent weeks!