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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Respond to the Pond of Cane
I sought her on the shore of dusky sky,
I roved upon the lanes among the clouds;
I sought her on the top of hill where cherry thrive,
And nestle winds... but only heard a rustle loud
Of leaves... Amid the constellations of the night I sought,
And called her name, "But nay, but nay..."
The echo did me say... In grove of songs
I sought where erst she rambled singing lays...
Alack! Of no avail... Away she gone,
Romantic of the night, the chantress sweet;
I sought you everywhere on the sky,
Alas, where thou now be?
On earth? But I dwell not there, nor I
Thereon do seek...

Then pond of cane spake unto me,
"Thy task is done, you may be free..."
- But tell me, tell me, seer-lake, who be my wave?
The emerald wave, my bride? And what is Isle -
I see oftimes in my night-dreams? Please say...
- It is abode of crane; and bride -
Thine essence lofty and divine...

September 2017