Oh, that Eternal Swing
POETRY FORMAT, 24 Apr 2017
Oh, that eternal swing,
Up into the sky, then down,
Unattainability of the desired goal,
And again the cornice of abyss…
Flows of lies, suffering of soul
And the salt of untimely tears,
Heavy load of misunderstanding,
A set of monstrous threats.
Tell me, human people,
Why the fondest world is broken,
Are we already mental cripples,
How long to hear the rumble of mortar?
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
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