the last of my Wecksell translations – for the time being
In the spring of dawn
by happy warblings of the larks
there was a-resting on a cloud
a tear brought out in shyness
bathing in the sunlight.
There was triumphant universal joy
which brought the tear some inspiration
filling him with coy desire
and the courage to express a wish:
Give also me some life,
so that I may dare try to live!
An angel's hand observed the prayer,
touched the cloud and let the tear out
falling down to earth,
where for a while it mirrored
the divine world full of wonders,
heavens full of sparkling gold
and earth all emerald of growth and greenth;
and so fell down and ended up
into the sea, where it was safely hidden.
No one asked you for your name,
and no one saw you here.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-02-17 at 19:46
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The Drop of Spring
In the spring of dawn
by happy warblings of the larks
there was a-resting on a cloud
a tear brought out in shyness
bathing in the sunlight.
There was triumphant universal joy
which brought the tear some inspiration
filling him with coy desire
and the courage to express a wish:
Give also me some life,
so that I may dare try to live!
An angel's hand observed the prayer,
touched the cloud and let the tear out
falling down to earth,
where for a while it mirrored
the divine world full of wonders,
heavens full of sparkling gold
and earth all emerald of growth and greenth;
and so fell down and ended up
into the sea, where it was safely hidden.
No one asked you for your name,
and no one saw you here.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 438 times
Written on 2008-02-17 at 19:46
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