by Pavel Chichikov
Wild geese are flying overhead unseen
Just as the dead who leave their bodies lying
Who are the souls of radiance migrating
In lines by wings bear up their winter sins
Crossroad of meridians their goal
Beneath a star that never loses place
Where summer is the solar of Christ’s face –
Their aim – beloved and ever-destined pole
Now like the souls the spring-migrating geese
Call above the houses, rough in clarity,
Their soundings clear in unison’s disparity –
Far overhead and far until their voices cease
Let those who wish pray mercy for the dead
But still remember wild geese overhead
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