An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers.
To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.
-Madeleine L’Engle
In the midst of the shimmer of reflecting waves
Like swans, glides the bouncing rowboat
Ah, over the joyous, gently-shimmering waves
Glides the soul like the rowboat.
Ah, over the joyous, gently-shimmering waves
Glides the soul like the rowboat.
From the heaven on down the waves
Dances the evening glow around the boat
Dances the evening glow around the boat
Above the top of the western grove
Friendly greets us the red glow;
Below the branches of the eastern grove
The reeds rustle in the red glow.
Below the branches of the eastern grove
The reeds rustle in the red glow.
Heavenly joy and the peace of the groves
The soul breathes in the evening glow,
The soul breathes in the evening glow.
Ah, disappears from me with the dewy wings
On rocking waves, flies the time
Disappears tomorrow on shimmering wings
Just like yesterday and today, flies the time.
Disappears tomorrow on shimmering wings
Just like yesterday and today, flies the time.
Until I myself on more highly radiant wings
Flee from the changing time.
Flee from the changing time.
In the midst of the shimmer of reflecting waves
Like swans, glides the bouncing rowboat
Ah, over the joyous, gently-shimmering waves
Glides the soul like the rowboat.
Ah, over the joyous, gently-shimmering waves
Glides the soul like the rowboat.
From the heaven on down the waves
Dances the evening glow around the boat
Dances the evening glow around the boat
Above the top of the western grove
Friendly greets us the red glow;
Below the branches of the eastern grove
The reeds rustle in the red glow.
Below the branches of the eastern grove
The reeds rustle in the red glow.
Heavenly joy and the peace of the groves
The soul breathes in the evening glow,
The soul breathes in the evening glow.
Ah, disappears from me with the dewy wings
On rocking waves, flies the time
Disappears tomorrow on shimmering wings
Just like yesterday and today, flies the time.
Disappears tomorrow on shimmering wings
Just like yesterday and today, flies the time.
Until I myself on more highly radiant wings
Flee from the changing time.
Flee from the changing time.
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Love the L’engle quote. Awesome! I enjoyed the pretty, meditative qualty of your poem too 🙂
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She was an amazing writer. The poem is not mine either. It is a translation of Auf dem Wasser zu singen by Schubert.
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Schubert…love his stuff, especially some of the songs he wrote for voice & piano 🙂
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🙂
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