Sunday, 25 January 2015

And one by Pär Lagerkvist


earth’s most lovely....

Earth’s most lovely at light’s waning.
All the love the sky’s containing
lies collected in a dusky light
o’er the fields,
the homes in sight.

All is pure affection, all is soothing.
Distant shores the Lord himself is smoothing.
All is close yet all far off, unknown,
All is given
to mankind on loan.

All is mine, and will be taken from me,
everything will soon be taken from me.
Trees and clouds, the fields through which I pace.
I shall journey –
lonely, without trace.

To see the original and here the poet read it, go to here

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