Friday, September 14, 2007
Poetry Friday: Summer is Gone
Summer is Gone-- anonymous, 9th Century, Ireland. Translated by Kuno Meyer
My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, summer is gone.
Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.
Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone --
The wild-goose has raised his wonted cry.
Cold has caught the wings of birds:
Seasons of ice -- these are my tidings.
Other translations: Here, here, here.
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