Deeblog

One of Russia's foremost philosophers and thinkers, this poet's verse is a quiet meditation on his faith.  You can read the original of "Memory" here.

Rush me, memory, on ageless wing
To that land my heart holds dear,
Her I see alone still smoldering
In the darkest winter I so fear.

Bitter pain has rent my soul in two,
And both lives are seared and burnt,
Past this nearness rises something new,
Foil to spring deceased and spurned.

Onwards, memory, on silent wing!
Other images divine!
Her I see on greenish pond’s lush ring
In the hour of brightest summer shine.

And our Tosna wild reflects the sun
Which these vertical shores spite.
There I see the pines of childhood run
On the deadly sands so white.

Memory, desist! All grief endured
Once again assails my soul,
Tears of sorrows past have now been lured
In a wave reborn from all.