Friday, 21 December 2012

Same procedure as every year -
first verse of the poem by
the Danish poet Johannes V. Jensen

Solstice song

Our sun has now grown cold,
we are in winter’s hold
the days are waning.
        Now, past the deepest night,
        our hope burns bright –
        yes, hope burns bright,
        for now the sun will right,
now light will soon return, the days again are gaining.

1 comment:

Bill Knott said...

thanks for this and all your wonderful translations . . . i added a link to your blog from mine today, with a brief note urging notice—