Divine ode for eternal life
Adolf P.
Shvedchikov
Life is glorified by ode without end
Going from buds to brown mortal leaves.
Time converts the present into the past like sand
Which is pouring smoothly through a little sieve.
A poet is the mirror of a changeable world
Amid the reality and illusory myth.
He divulges the enigma of a hidden word
And tries on the brightness of a laurel wreath.
Through all generations again and again
Homer and Dante, Shakespeare and Donne
Told people about sadness and pain,
Perpetual love and a crimson dawn.
The beginning of a new millennium came.
A young poet awakens. He’s gazing through a veil
Of an unfamiliar world. But the life is the same,
A beautiful, gorgeous, long-lived fairy tale.
The book of beginnings with an unknown end.
The past is restored, gallant knights are reborn.
Time is running continuously scattering sand.
A bright star is fading. It’s coming new morn...