I smile at the sunface
and soak up the rain
I gather a garland
and wait for the grain
I forage the forest
and furrow the earth
I gaze at the sunset
and wait for the bird
I follow the swallow
its call and its course
it cries and it circles
it sinks and it soars
Christina Egan © 2016
Photograph: Christina Egan © 2014.
This was the tree the bird sang from so sweetly… It has since been felled, so that my garden gets much more light and thrives; so the tree behind it, the bird’s new home!
schon am Morgen. Schwalbenflug
bestickt das Hellblau.
Himmel, weich und warm
über Mittag. Seidentuch,
endlich einfach blau!
Himmel, licht und sanft
noch am Abend. Holzspanduft
umwebt die Rosen.
Christina Egan © 2015
A hundred snowflakes melting in your hair,
and every one a different ornament;
a hundred swallows weaving in the air,
each on its own encrypted message bent;
a thousand roses, beauty pure and bare,
each goblet filled with subtly varied scent;
a thousand leaves consumed in festive flare,
each spelling out its special testament…
So how much more are you – a human face –
unheard-of and unequalled in your blend?
I chose you from a thousand for your grace,
fulfilling and surpassing what I dreamt.
So by your side I take today my place,
while unnamed blessings blossom and descend.
Christina Egan © 2014
An epithalamium is a wedding song; a Continental sonnet
has 8 + 6 lines. Here, the first eight lines present images
from the four seasons; the last six lines state that humans are
more complex and individual than any natural phenomenon.
Some German poems on the uniqueness of each person can be
found at Einer von Millionen and Hieroglyphe.