Ian Fitzsimmons
Ian Fitzsimmons
Rain and Rainbow
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The rain gushed down from clouds up high
A Philistine gazed at the sky,
D,rkly shrouded, as if with smoke
And, resolved, to his fellows spoke:
The thunders bound our hearts with fright,
The lightnings set our hay alight,
Our sins portion thus made real,
In balance, for our future weal,
The rain us fertilely renews,
For autumns harvest cheer construes.
Whats still awaited in the gray on high?
Just the rainbow, drawn in the sky.
With this we could as well dispense:
The colored feint, devoid of sense!
Iris replied, with deliberate haste:
You speak in challenge to my taste?
But here I am, thrust up in space,
As witness to a better place,
For eyes that turn from worldly races,
Reassured, towards heavens graces,
And in the hazy mesh of clouds,
Discern gods law among the shrouds,
So root you on, your snout afore,
Another swine towards earth you pore,
And cede to those with clearer eyes
The joy that in my beauty lies.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The rain gushed down from clouds up high
A Philistine gazed at the sky,
D,rkly shrouded, as if with smoke
And, resolved, to his fellows spoke:
The thunders bound our hearts with fright,
The lightnings set our hay alight,
Our sins portion thus made real,
In balance, for our future weal,
The rain us fertilely renews,
For autumns harvest cheer construes.
Whats still awaited in the gray on high?
Just the rainbow, drawn in the sky.
With this we could as well dispense:
The colored feint, devoid of sense!
Iris replied, with deliberate haste:
You speak in challenge to my taste?
But here I am, thrust up in space,
As witness to a better place,
For eyes that turn from worldly races,
Reassured, towards heavens graces,
And in the hazy mesh of clouds,
Discern gods law among the shrouds,
So root you on, your snout afore,
Another swine towards earth you pore,
And cede to those with clearer eyes
The joy that in my beauty lies.