Author James Oppenheim The wheeling heavens, at this moment wheeling: The self-absorbed crowds in the street â?¦ Gigantic paradox! If they saw the sublimity of which they are part They would hurry and hide, like children afraid of the dark. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments