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The Piker Press features “Ode”

I’m so happy today to see that The Piker Press has featured my very short love poem, “Ode,” in its May 25 issue.  You can find it right here.

As always, thanks to Editor Sand Pilarski for including me in The Piker Press community!

 

 

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Postage stamp commemorating the Battle of Iwo Jima, United States Postal Service, 1945

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Remember the fallen.

Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia.  Photo by Carol M. Highsmith.

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“Mrrf- Rrff- RRFF- Grrble.”

Today begins my efforts to establish a National Talk-Like-Bane Day.

(We already have Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day; why not this?) And it will persuade people to wear their masks.

 

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Filtered Salem.

So I’m getting better at editing photos — I’d like to think that these old shots of Salem, VA turned out pretty neat.

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“Spring in the Woods,” Isaac Ilyich Levitan, 1882

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Just some more fun with filters — trees in Salem, VA.

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“Buchenhain,” Gustav Klimt, 1902

Oil on canvas.

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“Alone I Set Out on the Road,” Mikhail Lermontov

*  translated from the original Russian

Alone I set out on the road;
The flinty path is sparkling in the mist;
The night is still. The desert harks to god,
And star with star converses.

The vault is overwhelmed with solemn wonder
The earth in cobalt aura sleeps. . .
Why do I feel so pained and troubled?
What do I harbor: hope, regrets?

I see no hope in years to come,
Have no regrets for things gone by.
All that I seek is peace and freedom!
To lose myself and sleep!

But not the frozen slumber of the grave …
I’d like eternal sleep to leave
My life force dozing in my breast
Gently with my breath to rise and fall;

By night and day, my hearing would be soothed
By voices sweet, singing to me of love.
And over me, forever green,
A dark oak tree would bend and rustle.

1841

 

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M. Kurushin, “Alone I Set Out on the road.” Illustration for the poem of M. Lermontov from the book “… And the star speaks with the star.” S. 35