Mid–Winter Songs

Mid-Winter Waking

Tekst: Robert Graves

Stirring suddenly from long hibernation
I knew myself once more a poet
Guarded by timeless principalities
Against the worm of death, this hillside haunting;
And presently dared open both my eyes.
O gracious lofty, shone against from under,
Back-of-the-mind-far clouds like towers;
And you, sudden warm airs that blow
Before the expected season of new blossom,
While sheep still gnaw at roots and lambless go—
Be witness that on waking, this mid-winter,
I found her hand in mine laid closely
Who shall watch out of the Spring with me.
We stared silence all around us
But found no winter anywhere to see.

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Ontwaken in midwinter

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Plotseling gewekt uit lange winterslaap
wist ik weer dat ik een dichter ben
bewaakt door tijdloze vorstendommen
tegen de worm van de dood, die op deze helling spookt;
en gauw durfde ik beide ogen te openen.
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