My Favourite poem

I like old things…and my fave poem is 1000 years old – an ancient Irish nature poem from around 900AD  translated by Kuno Meyer in the early 1900s:

‘Summer is Gone’

My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, summer is gone.

Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.

Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone,
The wild-goose has raised his wonted cry.

Cold has caught the wings of birds;
Season of ice – these are my tiding

A true example of eloquence – saying so much with so few words.

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