Dec 12
Winter Comes
I have news for you,
Stag bellows. winter snows,
Summer has gone,
Winds high and cold,
Sun low, short its course.
The streams running high,
Deep red, the branches
Their shape is lost,
Wild goose flies,
Cold has seized her wings,
Season of ice,
This is my news.
–Anonymous, Celtic poem
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December 14th, 2009 at 7:50 am
Snow and Spruce Forest
Talk about what home is—
snow and spruce forest
is home.
From the very start
it is ours.
Before anyone has told us
that it is snow and spruce forest,
it has its place in us—
and then it is there
the whole, whole time.
Waist-high drift
around dark trees
—it’s here for us!
Mixed into our own breath.
The whole, whole time,
though no one sees it,
we have snow and spruce forest with us.
Yes, the hill under snow,
and tree upon tree
as far as you gaze—
wherever we are
we find ourselves
facing this.
And have in us a promise
about coming home.
Coming home,
going out there,
bending branches,
and feeling so it flares in you
what it is to be where you belong.
The whole, whole time,
until it is put out in our inland hearts.
by Tarjei Vesaas
Translated from Norwegian by Roger Greenwald
to listen to it in norwegian by Darkthrone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2uUk1ZhIc0
December 14th, 2009 at 11:00 pm
Thanks Alex. This is too beautiful to be in the comments hidden away…
December 15th, 2009 at 6:29 am
well it s nice you liked it.
here is something else it s kari rueslatten maybe you like it,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7Xh_wCuYss,
she does nice faerytale songs on rapunsel and sleeping beauty
December 15th, 2009 at 6:31 am
the rapunsel song is very very cool
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kE4hs4ar3cw