Proudly I Sing

(Using a metrical structure of Pindar, the great Ancient Greek lyric poet)

Looking out joyfully, seeking new energy,
Proudly I sing of me—I, who am proud.

First is reality, signing on reverently;
Second, the mind of me, singing, “Oh come!”
Thirdly, I’m thinking—deep plans for my destiny—
Next, the hard action, relentlessly done.

Time then for questions, that rise while I’m resting;
How to make heroes, in marble full gaze.
They’ll be hard melodies, spirits high cresting,
Rising with towers, sun-clasping, a-blaze!

Thought-full sincerity stirs in the hands of me,
Picks up the tools to be used with far sight.
Knowledge stands innocent, laughing so openly;
Dream of the soul of me, you are my light!

Glorying inwardly, finding new energy,
Proudly I sing of me—I, who am proud.

Love’s undiminishing, sculpture I’m finishing;

Man stands more beautiful, twelve meters high!

Naked, determined is, guilt-pain not blemishing,

Ready to run now, to leap or to fly!

 

Owner is he of the world that’s about him now;

Joyous is he for his mast’ry of things.

All who look upward will ne’er again doubt it now—

Inside themselves there are life-loving wings!

 

Glorying inwardly, finding new energy,

Proudly I sing of me—I, who am proud!

 

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