Why Does the Wind

Why does the wind spin in the hollows and makes the leaves and powder fly, whereas the ships lie in calm waters, a breeze is their best desire? Why from dark rocks, past a white tower an eagle soars, with ease and power to a dead tree? Ask better him. Why Desdemona, on a whim, loves her Othello, her black moor, like a new moon loves gloom of night? Because the wind and eagle's flight and heard of maiden take no rule. So poet, rhyming, building forms accepts no rules, no laws, no terms. ------------------------------------ This is a translation from Russian of an excerpt from the A.S.Pushkin's poem Ezersky. Translated by Pavel Nichkov 2012-08-28