Old Welsh Prose:
The Ancient Wisdoms
He who knows the ways of beasts and birds.
Who can distinguish them by song and cry,
Who knows the bright quicksilver life in streams,
The courses that the stars take through the sky,
May never have laid hands to books,
Yet he is sharing wisdom with infinity...
He who works with sensitive deft hands
At any woodcraft, will absorb the rain,
The sunlight and the starlight and the dew
That entered in the making of its grain;
He should grow tall and straight and clean and good
Who daily breathes the essences of wood.
He who finds companionship in rocks,
And comfort in the touch of vine and leaf,
Who climbs a hill for joy, and shouts a song,
Who loves the feel of wind, will know no grief;
No loneliness that ever grows too great;
For he will never be desolate...
He shares, who is companioned long with these,
All ancient wisdoms and philosophies.
I enjoyed that, great poem.
ReplyDeleteThis close-up is superb. I adore!!! giant sunflowers.
ReplyDeleteJe bent geweldig belezen Marja, je vindt altijd wel een aansprekend stukje proza dat iemand wegvoert in mooie gedachten.
ReplyDeleteWow that is a beautiful poem. I love it! Especially the line: "He who works with sensitive deft hands at any woodcraft, will absorb the rain, the sunlight and the starlight and the dew that entered in the making of its grain" What a beautiful thought.
ReplyDeleteWhere did you find this?
Love that poem and gorgeous picture!
ReplyDeleteMargie x
Very nice. I like both the theme and the way it has been written.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, and gorgeous photo, thank you.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. Every line speaks and carries the thought forward.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem and pic.
ReplyDeleteLove this, and it's so true! Too bad mankind doesn't really "get this" anymore.
ReplyDeleteLovely and great poem,Marja!
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