The poetry is the history of our dreams, which vanish and reappear in the mirror that is the same dream.
The song of the mirror
Do you remember the garden,
Where in the slumbering light
Met you the silent warden,
Lord Jasmin, the fragrant knight?
He is the inspired bearer
Of the bees who admire
The miracle, your only mirror
In the universal mire.
The miracle, eternal member
Of unity in disdain,
The membrane in charming chamber,
Where whispers the changing chain;
I am an attentive hearer
Of time with its teeming team;
Reality is your mirror
In the universal dream.
You know, our age is an agent
Of emptiness dreary and dark;
In this abominable pageant
Spare not for the space your spark,
If I am a wears wearer
Of the luminous loom,
The Deity is your mirror
In the universal gloom.
1995
The history of our dreams
© Copyright: Владимир Микушевич, 2016
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Though play of words is rather modern, the rhyme as a whole has some mediaval shade... At that time each mirror was frightening and mysterious...
Thank you.
Николай Старорусский 11.10.2016 14:59 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you.
Николай Старорусский 11.10.2016 14:59 • Заявить о нарушении
I must confess: It is pure lyric, dedicated to one charming person.
Владимир Микушевич 11.10.2016 20:40 Заявить о нарушении
Владимир Микушевич 11.10.2016 20:40 Заявить о нарушении
На это произведение написаны 2 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.