The Bacchic Song

...from the quills of the dead white poets

Aleksandr Pushkin (1799 – 1837)

Why hushed you, O, gaiety’s voice?

Resound, the hymns of the Bacchus!

Long live they, who ever had loved us –

The beautiful women and sweet, gentle girls!

Let glasses be full with wines’ gold!

To bottom, that rings,

The sacred gold rings

Let fall through the wine, sweet and cold.

Raise higher your glasses and move them right now!

Long live airy muses, and brightness of brow!

You, hallowed sun, flare on!

Like this icon-lamp is a-paling

In light of the growing dawn,

So all false sagacity’s dimming and failing

By great endless sun of the mind.

Long live holy sun, and let dark die behind.


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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