Earth, You Were for Me Prison and Paradise

POETRY FORMAT, 13 Feb 2017

Adolf P. Shvedchikov – TRANSCEND Media Service

Earth, you were for me prison and paradise.
Here I met your scarlet balmy morns,
You are my cradle, here I was born,
You gave me warmth and frozen me sometimes.
My suffering, my pain, my dreamy mood,
My state of happiness, my whimsical delights,
An unforgettable scent of the southern nights,
You gave me everything including solitude…

Dr. Adolf P. Shvedchikov is a Russian scientist, poet and translator. He has published over 150 scientific papers and 16 books in poetry. His poems has been translated into many languages and has been published in Russia, USA, Brazil, India, Japan, Korea, Spain, France, Greece, UK, Italy, Romania, Albania  and Australia. In 2013 he was nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature. He may be contacted at


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One Response to “Earth, You Were for Me Prison and Paradise”

  1. Gary Corseri says:

    I especially like your last line here.

    “Solitude” can be an unexpected “gift” in a noisy, crowded, confusing, violent world. An interlude to get “back in touch” with ourselves and Nature. Even loneliness can have its merits.

    All best–