The Forerunner: His Parables and Poems E-Book

Khalil Gibran

• Herausgeber: FV Éditions
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

"Thus sings the she-dragon that guards the seven caves by the sea: 
“My mate shall come riding on the waves. His thundering roar shall fill the earth with fear, and the flames of his nostrils shall set the sky afire. At the eclipse of the moon we shall be wedded, and at the eclipse of the sun I shall give birth to a Saint George, who shall slay me.” 
Thus sings the she-dragon that guards the seven caves by the sea."

Kahlil Gibran was born in 1883 in Lebanon and died in New York in 1931. ‘The Forerunner: His Parables and Poems.’, first published in 1920, is a collection of mythic short stories and poems.

Leseprobe

The Forerunner

His Parables and Poems

Khalil Gibran

Contents

1. THE FORERUNNER

2. GOD’S FOOL

3. LOVE

4. THE KING-HERMIT

5. THE LION’S DAUGHTER

6. TYRANNY

7. THE SAINT

8. THE PLUTOCRAT

9. THE GREATER SELF

10. WAR AND THE SMALL NATIONS

11. CRITICS

12. POETS

13. THE WEATHER-COCK

14. THE KING OF ARADUS

15. OUT OF MY DEEPER HEART

16. DYNASTIES

17. KNOWLEDGE AND HALF-KNOWLEDGE

18. ”SAID A SHEET OF SNOW-WHITE PAPER . . .”

19. THE SCHOLAR AND THE POET

20. VALUES

21. OTHER SEAS

22. REPENTANCE

23. THE DYING MAN AND THE VULTURE

24. BEYOND MY SOLITUDE

25. THE LAST WATCH

THE FORERUNNER

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

And I too am my own forerunner, for the long shadow stretching before me at sunrise shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet another sunrise shall lay another shadow before me, and that also shall be gathered at another noon.

Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And all that we have gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for fields yet unploughed. We are the fields and the ploughmen, the gatherers and the gathered.

When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.

And when you were a silent word upon life’s quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

And now we are in God’s hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I an earth in His left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone upon.

And we, sun and earth, are but the beginning of a greater sun and a greater earth. And always shall we be the beginning.

You are your own forerunner, you the stranger passing by the gate of my garden.

And I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless.