A book of songs O!
O said the Muse
A whole book too!
In the high seas
In the high winds
The spells
All fly
Tonight!
A child with
Locks of gold
And lovely scents
Is in the skies
Where bats of gold
Circle and fly
All night
To tune of
Silver star-light
Tonight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Starting with the second stanza you open this Book of Songs and out tumble all those magical and startling and mystifying things that make up the part of reality many ignore or deny. Everything comes across as being benign and exciting our sense of wonder, perhaps inviting us to join in the partially hidden world the book reveals. But I don't find any indication of deceit or intimidation. Which will put me in a positive mood for the rest of this day (it's only 10: 30 am) with the Book of Songs to guide me....