A century ago, (I mean the mid-20th) ,
They devised a clever camera whose lens
Could picturize the distorted arc
From far left to the right extreme
In rotundity's embrace.
I imagined this eye
As a Cyclops solitaire
In oval arenas,
Smothering the edges,
Distending all but itself.
So the Ego saves its own disproportion
By watching through fish eye lens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem