Forwarded from • Hellas • Ελλάδα • Greece
Silver medallion with winged Dionysos, partially gilded. Greek, 4th-3rd c.BC. Probably from the center of a bowl.
When the blazing sun hangs low in the western sky,
when the wind dies away on the mountain,
when the song of the meadowlark turns still,
when the field locust clicks no more in the field,
and the sea foam sleeps like a maiden at rest,
and twilight touches the shape of the wandering earth,
I turn home.
Through blue shadows and purple woods,
I turn home.
I turn to the place that I was born,
to the mother who bore me and the father who taught me,
long ago, long ago, long ago.
Alone am l now, lost and alone, in a far, wide, wandering world.
Yet still when the blazing sun hangs low,
when the wind dies away and the sea foam sleeps,
and twilight touches the wandering earth,
I turn home.
when the wind dies away on the mountain,
when the song of the meadowlark turns still,
when the field locust clicks no more in the field,
and the sea foam sleeps like a maiden at rest,
and twilight touches the shape of the wandering earth,
I turn home.
Through blue shadows and purple woods,
I turn home.
I turn to the place that I was born,
to the mother who bore me and the father who taught me,
long ago, long ago, long ago.
Alone am l now, lost and alone, in a far, wide, wandering world.
Yet still when the blazing sun hangs low,
when the wind dies away and the sea foam sleeps,
and twilight touches the wandering earth,
I turn home.
𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐠
𝐒𝐧ø 𝐨𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐠 𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐠
𝐅𝐫å 𝐟𝐲𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐯å𝐫𝐭
𝐅ø𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐧ø 𝐨𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐠
𝐇𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐨𝐬𝐬,
𝐎𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚
𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐧 𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦ø𝐫𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞,
𝐃𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐬𝐬
𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐢 𝐯å𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞,
𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚.
𝐎𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐢 𝐬𝐧ø 𝐨𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐝
𝐉𝐚, 𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐧ø, 𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐬å 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫
𝐊𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐢 𝐞𝐫, 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢 𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐭
𝐎𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐢 𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐧𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐦 å 𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦
𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦, 𝐠å 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐁ø𝐲𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐠 𝐤𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐬å 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐟æ𝐫 𝐢 𝐞𝐢𝐧
𝐊𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐫 å 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡ø𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐥.
𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚
𝐓𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥å𝐤𝐭 𝐢 𝐯å𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞.
-Tarjei Vesaas.
𝐒𝐧ø 𝐨𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐠 𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐠
𝐅𝐫å 𝐟𝐲𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐯å𝐫𝐭
𝐅ø𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐧ø 𝐨𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐠
𝐇𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐨𝐬𝐬,
𝐎𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚
𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐧 𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦ø𝐫𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞,
𝐃𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐬𝐬
𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐢 𝐯å𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞,
𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚.
𝐎𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐢 𝐬𝐧ø 𝐨𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐝
𝐉𝐚, 𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐧ø, 𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐬å 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫
𝐊𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐢 𝐞𝐫, 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢 𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐭
𝐎𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐢 𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐧𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐦 å 𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦
𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦, 𝐠å 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐁ø𝐲𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐠 𝐤𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐬å 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐟æ𝐫 𝐢 𝐞𝐢𝐧
𝐊𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐫 å 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡ø𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐥.
𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚
𝐓𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥å𝐤𝐭 𝐢 𝐯å𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞.
-Tarjei Vesaas.