O Great Ocean!
She lives in a distant country.
You lie between us
and I know I can never fly
across you to her.
But I am a Poet and a Storyteller.
I am a Sense-Curator.
I am a Thought-Collector.
I am a leader of many fairy tales.
Therefore, I don’t need,
O Great Ocean,
flights across you!
My senses, thoughts, and fairy tales
will fly instead of me,
to find my friend’s smile in hard times,
and at times run away
from grey weekdays
into kind, beautiful fairy tales
to have some happiness in life.
Do you see, O Great Ocean?
I am stronger than you!
O Great Ocean!
She lives in a distant country.
You lie between us
and I know I can never fly
across you to her.
But I am a Poet and a Storyteller.
I am a Sense-Curator.
I am a Thought-Collector.
I am a leader of many fairy tales.
Therefore, I don’t need,
O Great Ocean,
flights across you!
My senses, thoughts, and fairy tales
will fly instead of me,
to find my friend’s smile in hard times,
and at times run away
from grey weekdays
into kind, beautiful fairy tales
to have some happiness in life.
Do you see, O Great Ocean?
I am stronger than you!
dedicated to Hans Christian Andersen
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He lived in Denmark many years ago.
He was the son of a shoemaker,
and he loved to dream very much.
His dreams turned into
magic fairy tales,
but no one wanted to understand them.
People laughed at the Story-Teller.
And they often teased him.
Now, when I am dreaming,
my dreams turn
into magical fairy tales.
But people laugh at this,
and often, they tease me
here in Russia.
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