All perished, All!

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921)

All perished, All!…” (1900)

All perished, all! The sun, in flame and brilliance,Alex.Blok
As did it long before, the years’ circle fulfils.
A sorrow grave deplores the past existence – 
That was so beautiful – under the solemn hills.
And in the black night a white specter-mist 
Waits other shades, the silent one and grievous.

Oh, whitening shade, again you will obtain
Crowds of others, lost of past, entire.
A night will pass, come a long day again – 
Again will rise, in its self-scorching mire,
Sun of the day, the sun of golden fire,
And will again burn the sad hills and plain.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October, 2002

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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