Goodbye and then forever;
Material, skies, divine.
The faces fade from one then the other;
Humble objects, the blue, marvelous heaven.
White; nobleness, freedom, greatness.
Blue; honor, truthfulness, commitment, purity.
Red; bravery, valor, love.
Goodbye and then forever.
O! Saint George the Victor, where’s thy grief now?
Where have thy pale offspring gone;
To reap empire’s great appetite on empty gun?
Where are thy remaining faces;
Jolting back of shameless wonderment,
Awaiting capture to fill the open void of freedom?
Goodbye and then forever. Alexander Pushkin; Hoarfrost warriors,
What means my name to you? 'Twill die
As does the melancholy murmur
Of distant waves or, of a summer,
The forest's hushed nocturnal sigh.
With Fyodor Dostoevsky, Anton Chekhov and Sergei Rachmaninoff.
Goodbye and then forever. Anna Akhmatova;
Gatherers of wild seed blessed union...
I go forth to seek
-To seek and claim the lovely magic garden
Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.
With Pyotr Tchaikovsky, Karl Brullov and Leo Tolstoy.
Goodbye and then forever.
Mother of God, Patroness of the Russian ground,
Lower them into wanton mud-covered arms,
Press them to thy worm ridden breast,
Speak to them of dark’s screeching sadness,
And whisper unto their soul enticing hope.
Goodbye and then forever.
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
Leo Tolstoy
Karl Brullov
