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The Poet

    By Bjørnstjerne Martinius Bjørnson



    (See Note 72)

    The poet does the prophet's deeds;
    In times of need with new life pregnant,
    When strife and suffering are regnant,
    His faith with light ideal leads.
    The past its heroes round him posts,
    He rallies now the present's hosts,
            The future opes
            Before his eyes,
            Its pictured hopes
            He prophesies.
        Ever his people's forces vernal
        The poet frees, - by right eternal.

    He turns the people's trust to doubt
    Of heathendom and Moloch-terror;
    'Neath thought of God, cold-gray with error,
    He sees grow green each fresh, new sprout.
    Set free, these spread abroad, above,
    Bear fruit of power and of love
            In each man's soul,
            And make it warm
            And make it whole,
            In wrath transform,
        Till light and courage fill the nation:
        In life is God's best revelation.

    Away the kingly cloak he tears
    And on the people's shoulder places,
    So it no more need make grimaces
    To borrowed clothes some highness wears,
    But be itself its majesty
    In right of spirit-dynasty,
            In saga's light
            On heart and brain,
            In men of might
            From its loins ta'en,
        In will unbiased and unbroken,
        In manly deed and bold word spoken.

    His songs the nation's sins chastise,
    He hates a lie, as truth's high teacher
    (No Sunday-, but a weekday-preacher,
    Who, suffering, still the wrong defies).
    Against false peace he plies his lance,
    'Gainst cowardice and ignorance, -
            No bribe he knows
            From nation's hand
            Nor king's command;
            But his way goes.
        And when he wavers, sorrow scourges
        His heart and free of passion purges.

    He is a brother of the small,
    Of women, as of all who suffer,
    The new and weak, when waves grow rougher,
    He steers, till fairer breezes fall.
    Greater he grows without his will
    By deeds his calling to fulfil,
            And near the tomb
            To God he sighs,
            That soon may rise
            A richer bloom
        To deck his people's soul with flowers
        Of beauty far beyond his powers.



Extra Info:
TRANSLATED FROM THE NORWEGIAN IN THE ORIGINAL METERS BY ARTHUR HUBBELL PALMER
Professor of the German Language and Literature In Yale University


Note 72.
THE POET. This poem, the following Psalms, and Question and Answer
conclude the second edition of Poems and Songs, which was published
April 29, 1880. They were probably written late in 1879 or very
early in 1880. In a crisis of renewed litetary and political attacks
upon him, the poet Björnson, under the inspiration of his motto "Be
in the truth!", proclaims the mission to which he is
called: To be in religion and life, political and social, the
liberator of his people from falsehood and ignorance, and the
comforting helper of all who suffer.


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