Continuing the theme of poetry on today’s blog postings, this is a poem in English about the New World Order by Bernd Karwath from Stuttgart. Brave of him to switch from his native German into English!
Torches in the dusk
Mirrors of the dying sun,
The heights, like clouds
Wrought into stone,
Reign supreme above the world
Of beasts and human beings,
Rule by violence and loan.
Only shadows of the masses
Climb the slopes and grope for light,
But the nest of noble gold
Breeds a pale farewell to might.
The lake, a pool of silence,
Treasures waters deep and cool,
Lies are ready for the drowning,
Swim will only what is true.
Torches tattoo sparkling scriptures
On the background of the firs,
And the hour stirs the souls
Of those who left their huts,
With new and strange emotions,
Yet hearts resolved are bold
And everywhere at home.
Stars respond in ghostly twinkle
To the fires on the shore,
And while they meet and mingle,
Dark and gnarled the mountains stand,
Tarred with trees and dim with trolls,
Guards of ancient ages,
But lightning polls of whisper
Under veil of day and sun
Have shed all the superstitions,
And the shapes that ring the waters
Swear the oath of things to come.