"The stag bells, winter snows, summer has gone
Wind high and cold, the sun low, short its course
The sea running high.
Deep red the bracken; its shape is lost;
The wild goose has raised its accustomed cry,
Cold has seized the birds' wings;
Season of ice, this is my news."
- Irish poem, 9th Century
some thoughts about the winter from an Irish poet of very long ago
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susan
very, very nice poem.
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem...I'm thinking the awkwardness of its structure may be due to the fact that it was probably translated into English from an ancient dialect, like Gaelic?
ReplyDeleteMost likely since it was written in the 9th century when they were probably only speaking Gaelic in Ireland
ReplyDelete9th C, amazing.
ReplyDeleteI always marvel at how intelligent and insightful ancient cultures were. Close your eyes and you think it's modern. Ahhh and sigh...it's winter.
Thank you, Other Susan
Could be today /:-)
ReplyDeleteAn interesting verse...
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