This is all I have and can't find out who wrote it, but would like to ask for your help please. Does anyone recognise this poem?
"I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the waves upon the ocean,
I am the murmur of the billows"
ANCIENT IRISH POETRY
I am the wind that breathes upon the sea
I am the wave of the ocean
I am the murmur of the billows
I am the ox of the seven combats
I am the vulture upon the rocks
I am a beam of the sun
I am the fairest of plants
I am a wild boar in valour
I am a salmon in the water
I am a lake in the plain
I am a word of science
I am the point of the lance of battle
I am the God who created in the head the fire
Who is it who throws light into the meeting on the mountain?
Who announces the ages of the moon?
Who teaches the place where couches the sun? (If not I?)
--- Amergin, brother of Evir, Ir, and Eremon, the first Milesian
princes who came to Ireland hundreds of years before Christ
You are incredible - Thank you so much!
Nah, not incredible, just a good Googler !
There's some more info. here:
Les, not sure if you're aware....I was attempting to provoke you into a good-natured battle of jibes.
I said something to the effect of you wallowing in a fetid pool of arrogance and that I would smite you with the Axe of the Apostles !
"Me!" totally misunderstood....he doesn't "get" me at all......so I guess the fight is off.
It brought to mind the following:
The Nag Hammadi Library
The Thunder, Perfect Mind
Translated by George W. MacRae
I was sent forth from the power,
and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
Johnny, I took what you said in good-natured fun, even though my name is not "Buster". I recall the words of Mathew Ch. 5 Vs. 38-42.
Les, at first I thought it would be the "peacemakers" part, but upon reading and reflection, should you not go the extra mile and join in the fray if I asked you to?
But you'd probably say something to the effect of:
"The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O what a goodly outside falsehood hath!"
I assure you, I'm fun crazy, not evil crazy
Les, with regards to "Buster", here are the other options I considered and the reasons for rejection:
"SonnyBoy" .....not sure which of us is older
"Jack".......already in use by "Jack" and "JustJack"
"DoodyHead" I am trying to refine my level of immaturity
"SmartyPants" see "doodyhead"
"Precious" too Tolkienesque
"Sweetie-pie" too familiar
To get back to the poetry ... another translated version of the Song of Amhergin which I was given years ago, and which to me has an enigmatic strangeness evocative of some unknowable prehistoric culture, is as follows:
I am a stag: of the seven tines,
I am a flood: across a plain,
I am a wind: on a deep lake,
I am a tear: the sun lets fall,
I am a hawk: above the cliff,
I am a thorn: beneath the nail,
I am a wonder: among the flowers,
I am a wizard: who but I sets the cool head
aflame with smoke?
I am a spear: that rears for blood,
I am a salmon: in a pool,
I am a lure: from paradise,
I am a hill: where poets walk,
I am a boar: ruthless and red,
I am a breaker: threatening doom,
I am a tide: that drags to death,
I am an infant: who but I peeps from
the unhewn dolmen arch?
I am the womb: of every holt,
I am the blaze: on every hill
I am the queen: of every hive
I am the shield: of every head,
I am the grave: of every hope.