Lieblings-Gedichte…In the Wood of Finvara

Ein ganz besonderes Gedicht für mich, das einfach wunderbar zu mir passt…mit einer ganz langen Geschichte die (fast) keiner kennt. Es gehört einfach hier auf den Blog, auch wenn ich den Web-Namen Finvara langsam aber aicher auf marionhassold.com umstelle.

In the Wood of Finvara

I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;
Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,
A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.
I have grown tired of rapture and love’s desire;
Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire
Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood;
Here between sea and sea, in the fairy wood,
I have found a delicate, wave-green solitude.

Here, in the fairy wood, between sea and sea,
I have heard the song of a fairy bird in a tree,
And the peace that is not in the world has flown to me.

Arthur Symons. 1865