Since time immemorial, stories have
been reflecting people’s enchantment
with the world, their desire to discover
its secrets; everything holds a mystery;
rustling trees, streams, the roar
of beasts
The heavens are intriguing: The fiery
sun, the moon so pale, faraway stars;
all representing supernatural beings
ruling the heights immense; the sun’s
warm rays sowing the seeds of life,
the cunning moon at night
People make up stories about night and
day alternating, changes in the phases of
the moon, discovering how to measure
time by the movement of the heavenly
bodies: Noisy and silent, terrible and
lovely, savage and gentle
Hoar frost turning raindrops into snow,
the omnipresent wind driving clouds in
the form of ships; clusters of stars in the
vault of the sky, stirring the imagination,
filling the skies with serpents,
warriors and dragons
Mankind yearning to ascend the spheres
to unravel heaven’s mysteries – today
we still approach the stars
by means of ancient
legends…
Quoted from “At the End of the Rainbow”,
Orbis Publishing,1984, pp.11,12.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderfull Poem - Well done!