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Testimony to the Night [In English and Spanish]
In the quiet of the arctic night- Evening frost?! Here, here is where you find To clutter the mind (for a moment). Here, the sky has eternal eyes With the Universe- Here my eyes seek and search Numbing, changeless- Here, resides a strange peace The ebbing, eldritch dark; Cold and oddly numb are my feet, If Kings and Queens were Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to thee Of the foes, divine immortals? The enemies that never rest I hear music, harmony from afar (there) Orion's dust?perpetual dust; Aw! Ye, our sacred books are all on fire; Tiding from heaven-. I see the flames; crimson flames; And the mindless will play some more? Off in the darkness, somewhere?! Sea; with fainting breath, silently-; I do not want to see the annuals-, ?stirs the cosmos: with His spectral. Eh! yes! Oh yes, the midnight sky has eyes Hence, soon to recur the inviolate Notes by the author: "?this is a deep, and restless poem with many images; the secret of the poem (to me) is the sun, as it has always rose, so it shall again, tomorrow, and again another tomorrow, and so shall peace not exist, as long as it is in the hands of mankind." The author has spent time in the Arctic, l996. 7/7/05 #752 This is part one of three parts; part two, to this poem is called: "House of the Goblin"? ∆ Spanish Version Testimonio a la Noche En la quietud de la noche Ártica- ¡Aquí, aquí es donde Ud. encuentra Aquí, el cielo tiene ojos eternos Aquí mis ojos investigan y buscan Aquí, reside una paz extraña Frío y entumecido de una manera extraña están mis pies, ¡AH! Alabanza, alabanza sea para ti, a ti Oigo la música armoniosa, desde lejos (allí) ¡Aw! Nuestros libros sagrados están todos sobre el fuego; Veo, las llamas sobre los caminos de batalla Fuera de la oscuridad, ¡en algún lugar!? Yo, no quiero ver las anuales Pero, aun el cielo nocturno tiene ojos Notas del autor: "este es un profundo, impaciente profundo poema Con mucha imaginación, el secreto del poema (para mi) es el sol, Como este siempre sale, así este saldrá, otra vez, mañana, y otra vez Otro mañana, y así la paz no existirá, mientras esto este en las manos De la humanidad." El autor, ha permanecido un tiempo en el ártico, 1996. 7/7/05 #752 Dennis Siluk new book of poetry, "Spell of the Andes," see http://www.abe.com or http://www.alibris.com
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