The sullen stranger is the rain;
The silence is his hissing strain.
We go through forest, and we talk,
And suddenly above an oak
We see the rainbow; is it sign
Of our heavenly decline?
Or in reality it is
Asylum Silence, where the bliss
Reigns with the rains too; we say “sky”,
As if it is the lonely sigh
Of God; it whispers, and it sings
In many shy and shining things;
And tokens, talking, us invite:
Your native country is the light.
The rainbow
© Copyright: Владимир Микушевич, 2013
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It is intertesting to compare Your English and German versions - of course, taking in account that You, as I believe, had no intention to identify them.
Your English is surprisingly flexible...
A certain double rainbow have played an important role in my family's history: http://stihi.ru/2012/08/08/8596
(certainly not for self-advertising)
Thank you.
Николай Старорусский 19.04.2013 10:12 • Заявить о нарушении
Your English is surprisingly flexible...
A certain double rainbow have played an important role in my family's history: http://stihi.ru/2012/08/08/8596
(certainly not for self-advertising)
Thank you.
Николай Старорусский 19.04.2013 10:12 • Заявить о нарушении