Aug 262012
 

I have been in many shapes,

Before I attained a congenial form.

I have been a narrow blade of a sword.

(I will believe it when it appears.)

I have been a drop in the air.

I have been a shining star.

I have been a word in a book.

I have been a book originally.

I have been a light in a lantern.

A year and a half.

I have been a bridge for passing over

Three-score rivers.

I have journeyed as an eagle.

I have been a boat on the sea.

I have been a director in battle.

I have been teh string of a child’s swaddling clout

I have been a sword in the hand.

I have been a shield in the fight.

I have been the string of a harp,

Enchanted for a year

In the foam of water.

I have been a poker in the fire.

I have been a tree in a covert.

Ther is nothing in which I have not been.

The Battle of the Trees, Cad Goddeu, 1 – 25

  One Response to “The Battle of the Trees”

  1. Retreating from happiness,
    They would fain be set
    In forms of the chief letters
    Of the alphabet.

    *

    With nine sorts of faculty
    God has gifted me:
    I am fruit of fruits gathered
    From nine sorts of tree –

    Plum, quince, whortle, mulberry,
    Raspberry, pear,
    Black cherry and white
    With the sorb in me share.

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