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par Gillossen
Modérateur
Much like the previous books began with the various prophecies, Requiem For the Sun will begin with these: ODE WE are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. -- Arthur O’Shaughnessy 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 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 Hold these threads within Her hands Plaits a rope that in its use Can be a lifeline, net—or noose.