Nothing Lost


by Pavel Chichikov

The crane dancing! The crane dancing!

Loudly he cried! Loudly he cried!

Coiled his neck on his grey back

Thrust his voice to the clouds

Leapt and called like a child's trumpet

Stretched his wings, floated down

Just this moment I remembered –

(The sky of summer darkens now

With heavy frowning) –

Either it lives forever or never

The stones and clouds immortal

Every shifting shape immortal

Nothing lost – but how?


(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)

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