Pa dec'h an awen

WHEN THE MUSE LEAVES

 

"Muse! muse! Daughter of Heaven

Why then do you leave?

Oh! listen to my plea

Without you life has no poetry

Come back. Without you I am mute and blind

I see only a glimmer

I hear only a murmur

I don't understand the language of creatures

I find no name

For the colors of sky and sea

I find no name

For the earth's forms

Without you every being is mute

I no longer sound the great harp.

Muse come back...Hear my cry

Come back! I'll build you a throne

In the highest part of my heart

And at your feet I shall sit

To hear you talking

And singing."

 

November 1965.