Thursday, November 11, 2010

When I was a boy...

When I was a boy 
a god would often rescue me 
from the shouting and violence of humans. 
Then, safe and well, I would play 
with the meadow flowers, 
and heaven's breezes 
would play with me. 
And as you delight the heart 
of plants, stretching their tender 
arms toward you, 
Father Helios, 
so you delighted my heart, 
and I was your beloved, 
holy Luna, just like Endymion!
All you faithful 
friendly gods! 
I wish you knew 
how my soul loved you!
Naturally I couldn't call you 
by name then, nor did you use 
mine, as humans do, as if 
they really knew each other.
But I was better acquainted with you 
than I ever was with humans. 
I knew the stillness of the Aether: 
I never understood the words of men.
The euphony of the rustling 
meadow was my education; 
among flowers I learned to love.
I grew up 
in the arms of the gods.
~ Friedrich Hölderlin