Soms kom je op het internet ineens een oud gedicht tegen in een nieuw modern jasje gestoken, zoals The Arrow and the Song een gedicht uit 1845 opnieuw gebracht door de jonge Jacob Collier
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
The Arrow and the Song
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Notes
1] Longfellow wrote: “October 16, 1845. Before church, wrote The Arrow and the Song, which came into my mind as I stood with my back to the fire, and glanced on to the paper with arrow’s speed. Literally an improvisation.” (Editor, p. 234.)
