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Easter (please comment) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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*This is a translation of poem by Boris Pasternak, from the book Dr. Zhivago. I know... I know... but I couldn't translate the one about Christmas (and he doesn't have a New Years' one)! There’s still a twilight of the night. The world’s so young in its proceeding, And countless stars in sky abide, And each one, like the day, is bright, And if the Earth contained that might, She’d sleep through Easter in delight, Under the Psalter reading. There’s still a twilight of the night. It’s far too early, it appears, That fields eternally subside, Right from crossroad to the side, And ‘til the sunrise and the light, There is a thousand years. The Mother Earth, of clothes deprived, Has nothing else that she could wear, To strikes the church bells through night Or echo chorus in the air. And from the Maundy Thursday night Right ‘til the Easter Eve, The water bores the coastal side And whirlpools heave. The forest—in exposed expanse, To celebrate Christ’s Holy times, As though in prayer, calmly stands, In gathered stems and trunks of pines. And in the city, in one place, As if a mob commenced, The naked trees sincerely gaze Upon the Church’s fence. Their eyes are fully filled with rage. And their concern is heard. The gardens slowly leave their cage, The earth shakes wildly in its range; They’re burying the Lord. They see a light that dimly glows, Black kerchiefs and the candle rows, And weeping eyes-- And suddenly, there’s a procession, With holy shroud of the Christ And every birch with a concession Along the entrance subsides Upon the sidewalk, ‘round the square, They walk along the edge. Into the vestibule with care, They bring the spring, the vernal flair, A scent of Eucharist in the air And springtime rage. And March is throwing snow around Upon those gathered on Church ground. As though the person just walked out Opened the shrine, took what he found And gave it all away The singing lasts throughout the night, Those who have wept enough, they lastly, Stroll gently, calmly walk outside, Onto the land under the light, They read the Psalter or Apostles But after midnight all will quiet, Hearing the vernal lecture, That if we wait just for a while We could push death into exile By holy resurrection [This message has been edited by Master (edited 12-31-1999).] |
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Helpless New Member
since 1999-12-29
Posts 5 |
Great poem. It really reached out to me. Thanks for sharing! |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Helpless and Happy New Year! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You never cease to amaze me! Excellent! (As the resurrection is the centerpiece of the Christian faith, without which our faith would be in vain, I feel anytime of year is appropriate to share our thoughts on it!) Again, well done, Master!  Denise |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you for the kind words and once again Happy New Years! |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
I have a confession to make Master, it was the term Easter that drew me in cause I thought, what???, we're not over Christmas yet but what a delight to read...well done.. HUGS Don't ask me where I'm going, just listen when I'm gone and far away you'll hear me singing softly to the dawn. |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Wonderful poem |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
WOW!!!!...need I say more ? |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you everybody and Happy New Year! |
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