Today is Candlemass. I know today's theme is Bamboo, but back in December 2024, I translated this poem by Frank Jæger, and stated that I might reuse this poem at a later date.
Today is this later date. It's crisp, clear and bitterly cold. The temperature is -4 C according to the thermometre, but the wind chill factor makes it more like -15.
And as to Frank Jæger ... yes you've heard of him before on this blog, he was MotherOwl's favourite poet as a young inhabitant of Elsinore, where he lived as well.
He wrote this poem about enduring winter - it is meant for and written about February, where all the accumulated summer-energy (the fires of our heart) is spent, but there's still a long time yet until sunshine and warmer days in April. February 2nd, Candlemass, is known as Midwinter-day in Denmark. Today, according to old farmers' wisdom we're halfway through winter; not that winter will continue for that long, but half of the feed for the livestock should still be in stock today. That's how long still left until the cows and horses can be sent grazing on the new grass.
Today we have 1¾ hours more of sunligth. Just wonderful. I can feel my energy levels rising, but the cold winds keep us mostly inside. Being outside makes you cold, clumsy and stupid.
Let's have that poem!
Today is this later date. It's crisp, clear and bitterly cold. The temperature is -4 C according to the thermometre, but the wind chill factor makes it more like -15.
And as to Frank Jæger ... yes you've heard of him before on this blog, he was MotherOwl's favourite poet as a young inhabitant of Elsinore, where he lived as well.
He wrote this poem about enduring winter - it is meant for and written about February, where all the accumulated summer-energy (the fires of our heart) is spent, but there's still a long time yet until sunshine and warmer days in April. February 2nd, Candlemass, is known as Midwinter-day in Denmark. Today, according to old farmers' wisdom we're halfway through winter; not that winter will continue for that long, but half of the feed for the livestock should still be in stock today. That's how long still left until the cows and horses can be sent grazing on the new grass.
Today we have 1¾ hours more of sunligth. Just wonderful. I can feel my energy levels rising, but the cold winds keep us mostly inside. Being outside makes you cold, clumsy and stupid.
Let's have that poem!
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I dag er det Kyndelmisse. Jeg ved, at dagens tema er bambus, men tilbage i december 2024 oversatte jeg et digt af Frank Jæger og sagde, at jeg måske ville genbruge det på et senere tidspunkt.
I dag er det et senere tidspunkt. Det er klart, koldt og bidende koldt. Termometeret siger -4 °C, men blæsten gør, at det føles mere som -15 °C.
Og Frank Jæger ... jo, jeg har talt om ham før, han var Uglemors yndlingsdigter, da hun var ung og boede i Helsingør, hvor han også boede.
Han skrev dette digt om at udholde vinteren – det er skrevet til og om februar, hvor al den akkumulerede sommerenergi (vores hjertebål) er brugt op, men der stadig er lang tid til solskin og varmere dage i april.
Den 2. februar, Kyndelmisse, er kendt som midvinterdag i Danmark. I dag er vi ifølge gammel bondevisdom halvvejs gennem vinteren; ikke at vinteren vil vare så længe, men man skal have halvdelen af vinterfoderet til husdyrene tilbage i dag. Så længe varer det nemlig endnu, før køer og heste kan komme på græs igen.
I dag har vi 1¾ time mere sollys. Det er bare skønt. Jeg kan mærke, at min energi vender tilbage, men den kolde vind holder os mest indenfor. At være udenfor gør én kold, klodset og dum.
Lad os så få det digt!
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Liden sol i disse uger.
Februar har gjort os mindre. Sne som tynger. Is som knuger. Vi kan ingenting forhindre. |
Smallish sun in weeks of winter.
February made us lessen. Sleet is weighing. Darkness brooding. Nothing we can do about it |
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Vi kan heller ikke bede
om at måtte blive større. Stær og mus og vinterhvede må på vore vegne spørge. |
And we cannot ask for mercy,
ask for growth in time of winter. Bird and mouse and seed in hiding have to ask this favour for us. |
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Men måske april vil hente
vore hjertebål tilbage. Sammen vil vi tålsomt vente, liden sol i disse dage. |
In April maybe the fires
of our hearts will be returning. Patiently we wait together. Smallish sun in days of winter |
| Frank Jæger, 1953 | MotherOwl, December 2024 |
- - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
Feb 9 Carousel
Feb 16 Plants with Berries
Feb 23 Doughnut
Mar 2 Breakfast in Bed
Mar 9 Meeting a Friend
Mar 16 Obsidian
Mar 23 Croissant
Mar 30 The Moon Tonight
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