Tuesday, November 20, 2012

A Poem Re-Draft

Salme's Song

I will not love the night-lord,
nor marry the harried moon,
whose work is always pressing,
whose rising is too soon.

I will not love the sun-king;
his fire I cherish not;
he blights the land with suffering
when passions wax too hot.

The star I take as lover,
who shines with gentle light;
his eyes are kind and loving
and steady through the night.

Thus starry youth and Salme
shall wed in joy sublime
and waltz on Harria's shoreland
until the end of time.

A poem from about five years ago, on a theme from the Estonian epic, The Kalevipoeg; Harria is Latin name for Harjumaa, in Estonia.