Those who should be bearers of grace
cannot remember the path to the sacred mountain.
In their dreams they see only leering skulls.
Childish lovers flaunt their seductions
before a broken temple; a simple wound
strikes terror in an aged healer;
sons abandon saving hopes
their parents conceived; a beautiful woman
distrusts her mirror...
What is needed cannot be promised
by a god who doubts his power.
What is needed must be offered
by a priest who yearns for godhead.
What is needed will be achieved
by a believer who waits for centuries...
A warrior, wandering in the exhausted forest,
drops his sword, kneels and prays by a lake.
Oh, the stillness of this Friday morning!
Ha! just 12-minutes prelude you advise! i can listen to this music for hours on end. it is smth great- it is a SOUL, different combinations of the soul's bliss. a simpleton - can achieve everything! the wise idea of old Wagner! seduction, wound - healing - longing for saint Graal - you covered these topics in your poems in enchanting and puzzling way! i once saw an opera - where a young boy was then transferred to a girl and there were warriors with svastica - but it was misty and fogs there - as Wagner's music presumes. Wonderful! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even from the Other Side, you continue to communicate and inspire me through words and music.