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  • Writer's pictureAndreas Kornevall

Pegasus - Eleanor Fanjeon - Recital with Finnish Kantele

Pegasus - Eleanor Farjeon

From the blood of Medusa

Pegasus sprang.

His hoof of heaven

Like melody rang.

His whinny was sweeter

Than Orpheus' lyre.

The wing on his shoulder

Was brighter than fire.

His tail was a fountain.

His nostrils were caves.

His mane and his forelock

Were musical waves.

He neighed like a trumpet.

He cooed like a dove.

He was stronger than terror

And swifter than love.

He could not be captured.

He could not be bought.

His running was rhythm,

His standing was thought.

With one eye on sorrow

And one eye on mirth,

He galloped in heaven

And gambolled on earth.

And only the poet

With wings to his brain

Can mount him and ride him

Without any reins.

The stallion of heaven.

The steed of the skies.

The horse of the singer,

Who sings as he flies.

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