"Elizabeth Haydon - Rhapsody 5 - Elegy for a Lost Star" - читать интересную книгу автора (Haydon Elizabeth)

Seven Gifts of the Creator,
Seven colors of light
Seven seas in the wide world,
Seven days in a sennight,
Seven months of fallow
Seven continents trod, weave
Seven eras of history
In the eye of God.


SONG OF THE SKY LOOM

Oh, our Mother the Earth;
 Oh, our Father the Sky,
Your children are we,
With tired backs. We bring you the gifts you love.
Then weave for us a garment of brightness. . . .
May the warp be the white light of morning,
May the weft be the red light of evening,
May the fringes be the fallen rain, May the border be the standing
rainbow.
Thus weave for us a garment of brightness
That we may walk fittingly where birds sing;
That we may walk fittingly where the grass is green.
Oh, Our Mother Earth;
Oh, Our Father Sky.

- Traditional, Tewa.


the weaver's lament

Time, it is a tapestry Threads that weave it number three These be
known, from first to last,
Future, Present, and the Past Present, Future, weft-thread be
Fleeting in inconstancy
Yet the colors they do add
Serve to make the heart be glad
Past, the warp-thread that it be
Sets the path of history Every moment 'neath the sun
Every battle, lost or won
Finds its place within the lee
Of Time's enduring memory
Fate, the weaver of the bands
Holds these threads within Her hands
Plaits a rope that in its use Can be a lifeline, net-or noose.