Common ancestor of gods and men
I followed Chaos
through ages of cataclysms and envies.
Boastful and exultant
I play a waiting game,
at once King and Fool.
My omen birds,
crows and ravens,
my black birds eat red berries.
My loyal dancing clowns
wear festive rings
on their Fool's Finger.
The child gods and goddesses plot
to exile me. After my Golden Age passes,
only poets will keep my myths alive.
I do not know if your poem refers to the Greek word Hronos (Time): I really enjoyed the imagery, the way it is written and mostly the last line - Only poets will keep my myths alive...so true!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have loved Robert Graves writing.His point of view as far as it conserns the greek myths fascinated me when in Uni. still I read it.If I have catch it or anyway, the way I understood it, very striking in the last three verses. Everyony is expelled by his own ones.