A Poem for the Wind -------------------------- Guess who it is. Created before the Flood. A creature strong, without flesh, without bone, without veins, without blood, without head and without feet. It will not be older, it will not be younger, than it was in the beginning. There will not come from his design fear or death. He has no wants from creatures. Great God! the sea whitens when it comes from the beginning. Great his beauties, the one that made him. He in the field, he in the wood, without hand and without foot. Without old age, without age. Without the most jealous destiny and he is coeval with the five periods of the five ages. And also is older, though there be five hundred thousand years. And he is as wide as the face of the earth, and he was not born, and he has not been seen. He on sea, he on land, he sees not, he is not seen. He is not sincere, he will not come when it is wished. He on land, he on sea, he is indispensable, he is unconfined, he is unequal. He from four regions, he will not be according to counsel. He commences his journey from above the stone of marble. He is loud-voiced, he is mute. He is uncourteous. He is vehement, he is bold, when he glances over the land. He is mute, he is loud-voiced. He is blustering. Greatest his banner on the face of the earth. He is good, he is bad, he is not bright, he is not manifest, for the sight does not see him. He is bad, he is good. He is yonder, he is here, he will disorder. He will not repair what he does and be sinless. He is wet, he is dry, he comes frequently from the heat of the sun and the coldness of the moon. -by Taliesin English version by Robert Williams Original Language Welsh
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 13:43:20 +0000
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