Nullification Observance 08. 08. 07

Epigraph:    "Кто сказал: все сгорело дотла.
Больше в землю не бросите семя?
Кто сказал, что земля умерла?
Нет, она затаилась на время...
Она вынесет всё, переждет,
Не записывай землю в калеки
Кто сказал, что земля не поёт?
Что она замолчала навеки?
Нет! Звенит она, стоны глуша
Изо всех своих ран, из отдушин
Ведь земля - это наша душа
Сапогами не вытоптать душу..."
                В.С. Высоцкий

                1.
I said: "The foretime's burnt to embers
There's no more fire in my heart
No soul recalls nor mind remembers
And I have nothing to impart"
                2.
But in the numbing atmosphere
Beside the river - murk and bleak
I deem, my verse should be sincere
While I am here. While I can speak
                3.
The moon above - still round and yellow
Upon the surface lays its trace
But not a girl or friend or fellow
Can share with me this feral grace
                4.
The age if innocence has ended
Seems like a thousand years ago
My star of poetry's descended
Into the dark and lifeless flow
                5.
The love I lost... the post I quitted...
These visions pass before my eyes
But now the chapter is completed -
I cannot tread the same path twice
                6.
And not a single invocation
Would wake the spirits of the shore
'Cause of my past's nullification
They're locked behind the dreamland's door
                7.
The ever-silence will enveil them
They shapes will fade and die away
And I no longer shall bewail them
I'll better look at my today
                8.
How much has changed? My apprehension
Became insufferably sore
In my lugubrious dimension
The being is the latent war
                9.
And when I struggle through the rabble,
Its spite and filth bedim my sight
I sense myself a prisoned rebel
Who has no allies for the fight
                10.
...I light the incense in the censer
And watch the rising greeny fume...
...The rooted sorrow is a cancer
And even Love can't quell my doom
                11.
Have I obtained a greatest jewel -
The passion of my black-haired queen?
...I've gained some peace but no renewal
For the inspiring strength within
                12.
I feel the present days run faster
But my ground mourns in woe and fear
-My dear- calls on me as the pastor -
To prop the trust and disappear
                13.
But what I trust in? My last legend
Was too pernicious though so fleet
The only healing I imagined
I've taken from my lady-sweet
                14.
Well, she's my granted consolation,
The one who sets my wishes free
I'll ne'er get rid of my damnation
But hope to stay in history