Kurt Ravidas Poet Rhyme

Nastay'Aschi Mrak

Dedicated to Robert Lindley 

He is a singer of the dark. This dark
made of the blood he shed over a rhyme;
of the hell's cavities that keenly hark
to echo of his words; of space and time
he leads me through - this dark is the enzyme
which a true art grows from, the watermark
of talent, the reality that I’m
calling in Russian [nastay'aschi mrak]*.

Abandon hope all ye who enter here**: 
his way of darkness is not for a mere 
mortal.

* (rus.) real darkness
** Dante Alighieri, "Hell", canto 3, stanza 3
abab baba ccd

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Robert Lindley November 16, 2019 at 2:04 PM My friend tis I that bow to, this your artistic and very finely woven creation! * Within a dark and happy melody* I dance in realms made of jasper and gold.*My ills cured by Poetry's remedy.* With integrity, poet's heart is sold.* I do so appreciate this creation and am sincerely humbled by such a great artistic and poetically created gift. A fav- a true gem too. Kurt Ravidas November 16, 2019 at 3:41 PM I'm happy you like it, Robert. No words are enough to express my pleasure in reading in your dark)

Kim Rodrigues November 16, 2019 at 7:06 AM A wonderful tribute to Robert! Find myself reading a couple times. Kurt Ravidas November 16, 2019 at 3:37 PM Thanks for a couple, Kim)

Connie Marcum Wong November 15, 2019 at 8:00 PM This is wonderful Kurt! You have captured his mystery and love of the melancholy that permeated those famous poets who so skillfully portrayed the darker side through their poetry, in understanding the pain that generated their melancholy. Both you and Robert have that outstanding ability to make us empathize. I am sure he will appreciate this tribute to honor him as the true gift it is! : ) xxoo Kurt Ravidas November 16, 2019 at 3:29 AM Oh, thanky so much, dear Connie. I hope he will)

Caren Krutsinger November 15, 2019 at 12:44 PM You have a unique pattern of always being true to your mystical Russian side in poems, Kurt. "this dark is the enzyme which a true art grows from, the watermark of talent," this is well penned! Kurt Ravidas November 15, 2019 at 2:06 PM Thank you very much, Caren. I tried to do all my Russian best for a great poet)