Monday, August 29, 2011
"Elegy for Geraint" Welsh Battle Poem, circa A.D. 500
Before Geraint, the enemy's scourge,
I saw white horses, tensed, red,
After the war cry, bitter the grave...
In Llongborth, I saw the clash of swords,
Men in terror, bloody heads,
Before Geraint the Great, his father's son.
In Llongborth I saw the spurs
And men who did not flinch from spears,
Who drank their wine from glass that glinted...
In Llongborth I saw Arthur's
Heroes who cut with steel.
The Emperor, ruler of our labour.
In Llongborth Geraint was slain.
Heroes of the land of Dyfeint,
Before they were slain, they slew.
Under the thigh of Geraint swift chargers,
Long their legs, wheat their fodder,
Red, swooping like milk white eagles...
When Geraint was born, Heaven's gate stood open;
Christ granted all our prayers;
Lovely to behold, the glory of Britain.
Posted by Unknown at 10:22 PM