Monday, October 31, 2005

Nevsky prospect 30 years ago :)

Friday, October 28, 2005

Ay, ships of every flag shall come
By waters they had never swum,
And we shall revel, freely ranging."
A century--and that city young,
Gem of the Northern world, amazing,
From gloomy wood and swamp upsprung,
Had risen, in pride and splendor blazing.
Where once, by that low-lying shore,
In waters never known before
The Finnish fisherman, sole creature,
And left forlorn by stepdame Nature,
Cast ragged nets--today, along
Those shores, astir with life and motion,
Vast shapely palaces in throng
And towers are seen: from every ocean,
From the world's end, the ships come fast,
To reach the loaded quays at last.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

We got snow today... :(
Will the Winter Come Too Soon? A Poem

Will the winter come too soon?
Will spring and summer quickly fade?
Will life such swift farewell endure?

Will the winter come too soon?
Will layered snow in cold encase
Our lives and hopes like golden stalks

That may not grow again? There may never
Be another spring, another summer full to live.
What nature does in the life we know

May not be what happens to our soul.
We make allusion to natural things
And think our symbols tell of time to come

When winter death does freeze our form
Like tangled grass beneath the snow
Where burrowed mice make their abode,

Holding out in brown and white
Until the green and golden spring;
Rejoice in harshly pale, hard crust

That magnifies the frozen light,
But blinds the gliding owl at dusk
On silent, waving wings of night.

But unlike broken stalk and grass,
It may not ever come to pass
That we grow lithe and tall again.
There may not be another spring.

Why does the winter come too soon?

Copyright by Don Gray

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

There, by the billows desolate,
He stood, with mighty thoughts elate,
And gazed; but in the distance only
A sorry skiff on the broad spate
Of Neva drifted seaward, lonely.
The moss-grown miry banks with rare
Hovels were dotted here and there
Where wretched Finns for shelter crowded;
The murmuring woodlands had no share
Of sunshine, all in mist beshrouded.
And thus He mused: "From here, indeed
Shall we strike terror in the Swede;
And here a city by our labor
Founded, shall gall our haughty neightor;
'Here cut'--so Nature gives command-
'Your window through on Europe; stand
Firm-footed by the sea, unchanging!'

Walking the Neva River

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