I prefer the gorgeous freedom

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921)

I prefer the gorgeous freedom,aleksandr-blok_9
And I fly to lands of grace,
Where in wide and clear meadows
All is good, as dreams, and blest.
Here they rise: the clover clear,
And corn-flower's gentle lace,
And the rustle is always here:
"Ears are leaning... Take your ways!"
In this immense sea of fair,
Only one of blades reclines.
You don't see in misty air,
I'd seen it! It will be mine! 

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, December, 1994

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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