![]() What is it to be human?
What is staying alive? To possess A great hall inside of a cell. What is it to know? The same root Underneath the branches. What is it to believe? Being a carer Until relief takes over. And to forgive? On fours through thorns To keep company to an old enemy. What is it to sing? To receive breath From the genius of creation. What's work but humming a song From wood and wheat. What are state affairs? A craft That's still only crawling? And armaments? Thrust a knife In a baby's fist. Being a nation? What can it be? A gift In the swell of the heart. And to love a country? Keeping house In a cloud of witnesses. What's the world to the all powerful? A circle spinning. And to the children of the earth? A cradle rocking. Translated by Translated from the Welsh by Menna Elfyn
From Volume 192, Number 1, April 2008 Copyright © The Poetry Foundation |