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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A solitary sail of contrasting White in a salty sea of blue. From its own land, to disconnect, Why seek a land that's new? In a friendly sea where the mast bends From soothing winds it takes heart. However; it seeks not happiness Nor from happiness does it depart. The sea glistens much brighter Than the warm sun filled sky, Yet rebellious, it seeks a storm, As if to find peace within its eye. Translation by Connie Marcum Wong Note: A melancholic soul often feels more at home surrounded by chaos when one has been raised in constant chaos on the edge. ************************************** Original poem The Sail By Mikhail Lermontov This site would not print in Russian text. ?????? ????? ???????? ? ?????? ???? ???????. — ???´ ???? ?? ? ?????? ???????? ???´ ????? ?? ? ???? ??????? ?????? ?????, ????? ??????, ? ????? ?????? ? ???????; ???! — ?? ??????? ?? ???? ? ?? ?? ??????? ?????! — ??? ??? ????? ??????? ??????, ??? ??? ??? ?????? ???????: — ? ??, ????????, ?????? ????, ??? ????? ? ????? ???? ?????! Literal translation A lonely sail shows white / against the sea's blue mist. / What does it seek in a distant region? / What has it abandoned in its own land? The waves play, the wind whistles, / and the mast bends and screeches… / Alas, it does not seek happiness / and is not running away from happiness. Beneath it the current is brighter than the azure, / above it is the sun's golden ray… / But it, rebellious, asks for a storm, / as if there were peace in storms. (Literal tr. Donald Rayfield, with Jeremy Hicks, Olga Makarova and Anna Pilkington)
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