CICADA
Stained glass they said, stained glass
Fragile wings, Small scapulae
Wild hair, Clouded mind
Stained glass wings, so vulnerable
high above the church window
overlooking the altar, and priests
the choir boys in awe, the scared
citizens. Cautiously freed cicada wings
hidden for too long
a nobody, spit upon, never seen
A cicada, colourless and trampled
unfolds itself, preparing that
first, frightening jump, flying
away with fragile glass wings,
Stained person, colourful person.
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Written for Goodreads YA LGBT Groups
December 6, 2016
I’m in the days’ embracing limits,
ReplyDeleteWhere even skies are ever gray,
Look through the ages, live in minutes,
And wait for Holy Saturday;
The end of soul’s aimless travels,
Of lucks and troubles peaceful end.
O, come, my day when I’ll be able
To Know, See and Understand.
My soul will be so new and broad,
All, that’s alluring, will be mine.
And I will bless the golden road,
From blind worm and to golden sun.
And he, who went with me wherever,
Trough thunders and the silent peace,
He, who was kind to me in fever,
And cruel when I stayed in bliss;
Who taught me to a wisdom whole,
To fight, reserve, or overcome,
Will turn to me, and leave his pole,
And simply tell me, “We have come.”
Gumilov "Eternal". I didn't know it, but looked it up. It is beautiful
DeleteYes, I'm in love with Russian Classic poetry, I'm glad you liked it. 💌
ReplyDeleteI wish there would be more translations of Russian Poetry, it's sad that I found just few... But still magnificent.
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