No consolation is for ghostly life oblivion,
So deeply looking into depths of soul. —
I always say — my soul is free as sole,
In wonder rushing as the soul was leaving…
I’m not the one of those who wait when called —
Am carried by the waves with motion
And let the stones on shore keep sense of ocean,
They guard the noise as they so roll…
My soul discovered in the sea-life,
And since that time I’ve known no silence —
The tested land was left in deep night,
The depth so turbulent for balance….
To whom to give enchanted soul,
To whom my words are free as sole?
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Author:
cellinic (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Translation of the poem of the Silver age poet Vladimir Gippius, who was distinguished not also as a poet, but also as a lecturer of Osip Mandelstam and Vladimir Nabokov...
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A great sonnett that speaks to the evolution of life from sea to land. Very nicely done
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