Рецензия на «Tempus Vernum» (Мге)

Enchanting, mesmerizing, stunning hypnosis of Eld! Sometimes it seems like the other part of our conscience, the unseen, always dwells there as a phantom among the other spectral beings that once in a while appear in the mist of time to give us a silent reminder... and then fade away again.

I recalled one if my favorite Tutchev's poem:

Of the life that raged here,
of bloody rivers that stained the ground
what' survived whole, what has come down to us?
You can see them now, a couple of mounds
Two or three oaks have taken root,
spreading wide, bold and fair,
rustling leaves and they don't care
whose dust, whose memory they uproot

Ignorant of her past, nature seems.
Alien to her are our spectral years.
We are vaguely aware that we exist as shadows
in her dreams...

Completing life's useless game
one by one her children she devours
in her peace-making abyss,
welcoming, treating every one the same.

Ардаллион   15.06.2019 14:47   •   Заявить о нарушении