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Yuliya Prilepina Poem
-Look into your heart. What is its most ardent desire?
-I don’t know. I haven’t thought lately.
-You have neglected me. You have neglected your desires. You don’t know your heart…
-No, no I do better than any human does it know.
-I don’t believe I hear those words.
-Then, look into your heart. Through window that’s as clear as glass.
-Look and don’t hesitate.
-What is it that I see?
-Beasts, ghosts, and a faint glow that shines and dies.
-What is the glow?
-That’s not for me to tell you.
-Oh! My faith! I am miserable, a tarnished soul that knows not what is Best for it.
-Listen to me, and you will understand.
-No! No secrets! I am miserable enough.
-You shall feel better once I will this tell you.
-Am I so weak to yield to anything you say? No, I am pretty stout! Go Away, I do not want to hear
you any longer.
-I am as stout, even more perhaps.
-Do, do yield now. The secret is important.
-All right, I’ll yield and listen.
-Your life will end today.
-That’s all, for God’s sake?
-Yes, but I long to warn you still. Do not wait till midnight. Flee, as soon As legs will let you.
-You said I shall feel better. I don’t feel blessed, but only more in pain.
Leave me now, if it’s God’s will, if I die today. I’m not a coward. One Cannot escape from fate.
-You have defeated purpose of hand that had crafted such an end.
-What does this mean? My heart is ready for death and peace.
-No, death is not your bliss. You are too strong for death to overcome you.
-I am pleased. Now leave, for God’s sake, leave. You puzzle me- first one Thing, then another.
-All right, you will not die, but will a swamp of doubts swallow.
-Lie, lie, I do not trust you any longer.
-I still suggest you, run, for death is fast. Don’t trust my words completely, For I am testing your
character steadfast. Yet, once the curtain will come Down past the middle, and you are not
gone still, then it is fate that fell You will.
-You are, it seems, ambition in me boiling. But, yet, I still shall undefeated Stay. Go away, to the
abyss of hell, oh wicked spirit! Don’t tempt me into Deeds that any human soul may fear. Do
mind, I am not to superstition Inclined, and only half believe what you are saying.
-You are a strong man. Your request shall be now granted. And prophecy,
Now trust, it is not for you taste of. Farewell then!
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As a small child, with ideas wild,
I rocked whims softly, and let them fly.
One whim, however, I nurtured tender and
Let it grow as tall as pines. I nurtured it by practicing
Too often that head might whirl from recollection now.
The world was upside down. A new sphere of knowledge in
My narrow scope of existence like a thousand mirrors combined.
My fellow creatures are walking, as I turn to greet them, as I gently stride.
Then run in a circle around and around, calling something to the passerby.
The world in a haze, my thoughts in a maze. I jump down the stairs in an upside down race.
Away and away to the sunniest May.
My thoughts are astray…
The world is upside down…Enjoyment’s hour has prepared
Pleasures that I shall delve in for more than a day. Away now,
I cannot wait to play now. Away!
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Oh! Let’s engage in jocund races, in trips to jovial and exotic places!
Let us run bold into a bush with prickly needles. My! How lush would be These pranks and
plays. Now off we race! Well then, it’s high time we let Our spirits free of nines or tens of
obligations. It’s high time we have Spread our wings, and with a mischief’s twinkle fled the heath
of Mundane home. Look now! There is something in the distance. What? What? Let’s see… A
labyrinth, so intricate- with curious and wild places.
Come on now, let’s explore. I’ve got a map; yet even with one, a daring
Individual can get lost. Pray let’s talk sense. You know, before a traveler Engages in a
dangerous sport, he must a map full well explore. Here, Stands a mansion, if form it has- well,
of some sort at least. Near it,
Despite, a million rooms, is a big garden. What a bother! It is obstructed By a long spiked fence
with nails. Look now, hence, I think we should
Cross from the back, if chance would kindly let us that. I had fresh hopes At first, but then, as
the punctual clock tic-tacked the time, I felt that I
Do not have mettle strong that could last an entire lifetime as had Beowulf’s and millions of other
knights’. Yet, still I am quite fond of wild Adventure. In any age-old, new, one can engage in
blissful sport.
I can’t disclaim that. Oh, my! But, look, what now awaits us! I am quite Frightened, are you not?
Look at the lonely library where perhaps,
Corpses of some ghosts may brew an evil spell, and then enchant us two.
Then we are dead, then nothing will us save again. Ascend the stairs. A Few flights, then in the
thousandth room we stand. What’s in the room?
A darkness strange. I hear some movement, and my ear, some hissing, strikes. Then a roar so
rare me to a shiver brings…This is some
Strange beast, who has a treasure for many years now concealed. He is in Rage. Now this is
the end of our adventures strange. Away I must now go. We race now swiftly, but the creature
us gloomy follows. Then a sword, My bold companion draws into the heart…O! Hero! Let us go
away,
It’s dark…Away we fly, until home warm we find. With a sigh, we say, “Now rest we can. We are
so tired!!”
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With a heart full of emotion,
With a passion that cannot be described,
It sings with joy that rushes and clings
To the heart’s walls, as I softly watch it fly.
The song of freedom pours from breast that
Heaves deep sighs, and my soul rends into
Small shreds. Freedom! It gasps, it cries with tears, and
Shakes from fear; yet, with the cruel cage, it still breaks ties!
Oh! Bird! Your song, my soul remembers. Its softest notes, waves roll
To the hearth of heart that is inspired by one voice’s trying to break Through the bonds of
cruelty’s jail. Oh! Bird-the offspring of nature’s
Sweet care! A gift you have given to heart in despair. Oh! Bird, you
Belong to the paradise lair, where song as no nightingale’s
Shall render all hearts into joy so sincere!
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