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Saturday, March 20, 2010
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Poetry by Liana Margiva


Red Bird perched on a branch, the black pearls of its eyes

Staring wisely at the snow down below. You want to know

How I got here, the bird inquired softly of the snow.

 

For fact I know that my brothers and sisters, who soar in the sky,

Beholding beauty of the Earth I couldn’t dream of,

Who’s loved ones you murdered without count,

They were burning with hatred for you, they feared you.

 

For endless sleepless nights they mourned their dead,

And cursed your name, but sympathy I had instead

And then I fell for you and sacrificed my heart,

I felt we couldn’t live our lives apart.

 

Amongst the endless nights by solitude sedated

The songs of praise and love to you I dedicated.

The silly choice I made, perhaps

Not joining friends in hot, exotic places,

Blind my passion drew me to your fluffy, cool embrace

I could not think of any other place.

 

The birds of diff’rent kinds, palettes aplenty

Who tried to save me from impending doom,

Were crying bitter tears when I decided

To wait for you amongst the Autumn’s gloom.

The wind was singing neverending tune

Of my futile desire, uprooting trees and imploring

Of me to fall out of love and save myself.

 

The yellow leaves that felt your morbid chill

And doomed to die, begged me to change my mind.

The wise old trees were warning of love’s fatality.

But he who wants to freeze all warnings will ignore.

 

And God wasn’t in a rush to save me,

Perhaps He longed to see what feats

The zealous love was capable of doing.

Many a bird that boasted lavish garments,

The plumages of colors so vivid

That words unable to describe,

The ones that flew so high they touched the Sun

Were pledging their love to me, bit I

Repelled them all. For others’ loathing

T’was you I longed to love.

 

And here I am, and that’s what I deserved:

Your lack of sympathy, your devastating coldness

That day by day is slowly killing me.

 

When under burning sun the birds sang praise to flowers,

I fluttered off, despondent and lethargic.

My tiny heart was filled with longing

For you, the heatless snow!

I was naïve and innocent to see

The misery and torture of true love.

When my sad song was carried by the wind

From shady groves to lovers’ eager ears,

They shed the tears of pleasure, unaware

That my sweet song was filled with such desire

For your enchanted pallid beauty.

 

I yearned for misery amongst the sea of bliss,

I longed for poison in a glass of nectar,

As if eternally was destined to exist.

My love for you had turned me into joke,

A stranger I became in my home grove.

 

He who was never stricken by affliction

That we call carelessly “love” or “passion”

Would never comprehend the endless pain,

The hell on Earth, the agony and torture…

 

A day will come and our eyes will open

Beholding ones who once we so adored,

To whom we dedicated our lives,

And who’s devotion we never questioned

Clip our wings and wrap in freezing cold,

Then leave us to a slow and painful death.

 

To love or not to love? How one should know

Until one drinks the cup of bitter potion?

Why did I fall for you, my sweet assassin?

The death wish why I cherished?

 

I could have lived without blazing passion

That scourched my soul and turned my heart to cinder.

I could have joined the flocks who fly due South

To places that have never seen the snow,

Where flowers bloom incessantly for years

And feed my sisters’ endless songs of joy.

 

The cheerless gaze of my depressing eyes

Gives out the sadness of my frozen soul

You wrapped in wintry mantle of your guise.

Am I in love with you now when I’m doomed to die?

I guess I am, and that I won’t deny.

 

It’s not that easy to uproot my love

Its roots have grown deep and up above

The crown of the sprawling tree

Still worships the indiff’rent thee.

 

You’re beautiful, that now I can see,

But beauty’s worth is naught

When it can’t warm  the  soul.

 

 

I wish I knew before I took the pledge

That love is capable of murder,

I would have pledged my heart to Sun instead,

The Sun that warmed my heart

For days and months a year

And asked for nothing in return!

 

Woe to the heart that fell in love with snow

And doomed itself to freeze in icy glow!

Oh, heartless one! You seek to make my tomb

The very grove where I first learned to fly,

Where every shrub was pledging me its love,

Where fiery blooms were honored to receive

The touch of charming wings!

 

A tomb for one who pledged you all her love…

If I could turn back and make my choice again,

I would have picked the Red Bird, which was not

Afraid  of  blazing Sun and fearlessly flew

Towards the scorching  disc.

The one who spread the wings of Liberty

To win my love!

 

Forever we would fly across  the  Summer sky

And drink the sweet nectar of flowers’ bloom

That  smells  of  love  at dawn.

The bloom that measures up to your eternal splendor

Except for thorns that pierce the hearts

Of lovers who come too close for an intimate look.

 

The Sun came out in an act of mercy,

It warmed the icy branch and ruby bird

That perched upon it, wrapped in misery.

The frozen love was thawed and run as tears

Down Red Bird’s frozen feathers.

 

And happy Red Bird spread its wings

And happily it sang the ode to Life:

Oh, Life, how good you are,

How beautiful and dear

When soul of frozen love is clear!

The sadness shall be gone

And heart will lose its pain,

And I will sing the song

Of love and life again!

 

Alighted off the branch,

The Red Bird took the flight

To Sun that in the sky

Was burning so bright…

 

By Liana Margiva

 

Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov




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Reviewed by Alan Abrams
a remarkable soliloquy. wish I could read it in Russian.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
A stunning write! Sadness, beauty and hope intertwined. Beautiful work! ~Elizabeth
Reviewed by Connie Faust
Dear Liana, this is a deeply moving poem. You write so beautifully! Every comment that has been made below is true.
I will only add that the line that struck me most powerfully is this:
"But beautyís worth is naught
When it canít warm the soul."
There is a world of wisdom in these simple lines.
Wishing you soul-warmth! Connie
Reviewed by Jon Willey
Liana, a beautiful metaphor, a beautiful poem -- unrequited love at the doorstep -- peace and love be with you my friend -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by Don Juan Amante
a poem of true depth, well done dear lady.
Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
This poem touches the depths of ones soul Liana. Your writings have a unique style which draws the reader in and holds them under the spell of the poem!......M
Reviewed by Morning Star
OMG Liana this poem is absolutely breathtaking
Your words grasped my hand and took me in as
If i were there, its truly sad but a
Brilliant write and so unique
I love it!
Wishing you Love Peace and Light...
Reviewed by Axilea MU
"I wish I knew before I took the pledge

That love is capable of murder,

I would have pledged my heart to Sun instead,"

I'm always surprised when your animals have human feelings, but then why not. Your writing is amazingly precise and your narration is bright and fluid, while the poetic aspects strongly appear at all the crucial moments. Beautiful!

Axilea
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
So glad for the last verse, Liana! Alight thy soul and take to the sun! A masterful epic indeed.
Be well, Poetess,
Carolyn
Reviewed by richard cederberg
Your poetic heart soars in this one dear Liana.
A rich and colorfully conceptualized piece that will
surely captivate many generations of readers.
I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!
BRAVA!
richard
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
Liana, you don't post often, but when you do, oh my goodness, you really know how to touch a person's soul. This is magnificent writing!

Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
Deep from the soul. Touching and beautifully penned with incredible metaphors.
Reviewed by Carole Mathys
A beautiful, poignant piece of writing, Liana...stunning work!

Carole~
Reviewed by kg cummings
your poem offers an excellent ray of hope. Hugs, Kathy
Reviewed by Paul Judges
Really good, Liana
Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Love your ending:

The sadness shall be gone
And heart will lose its pain,
And I will sing the song
Of love and life again!

Reviewed by JMS Bell
LIANA!...WHAT MAGNIFICENT IMAGERY AND RIVETING PHRASES ARE IN THIS EXCELLENT METAPHORIC WORK. AND I AM REMINDED OF AN OLD CLICHE' WHICH SAYS; 'TIS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST....THEN NEVER TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL'. I ONCE WAS THAT BIRD THAT MADE THE WRONG CHOICE...THE COLD WAS BITTER BUT GOD...SENT THE WARMTH OF THE'SON' TO RESCUE ME! A VERY HARD LESSON WAS LEARNED BUT NOW I HAVE THIS ADVANTAGE; I CAN TELL OTHERS OF THE BOTH THE 'NIGHT' 'AND' THE 'DAY' OR AS YOU PUT IT; THE FREEZING'COLD' AND THE WONDERFUL'HEAT'. MY DEAR, DEAR SISTER...YOU HAVE OFFERED ONE OF YOUR BEST WORKS AND I FEEL BLESSED TO HAVE READ IT. INDEED, THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR WORKS THAT I WILL KEEP. THANK YOU FOR SHARING AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU CONTINUOUSLY. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Reviewed by Georg Mateos
There are great poetry and there are those specials ones that from time to time transcend the literary limits and go deep inside the reader.
This is one of them, the second reading was double so much beautiful.
Thanks for sharing it.

Georg


Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
Quite an epic. Fantastic! Patrick
Reviewed by Micki Peluso
Liana,

I am at a loss for words!! This is incredibly beautiful, mournful and full of hauntingly lovely metaphors. Every time I think you have outdone yourself, you write yet another poem even more compelling. I, too, wish I could read Russian.

Much love and praise for your great talent!

Micki Peluso
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
sad, metaphoric and lovely writing
Reviewed by William Bonilla
I awe at your wonderful words in this beautifu masterpiece
Thank You ever so much Liana
Love & peace be with you

William
Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
A Lovely Story Poem Liana! Chained inside vaults beholden...
"Oh, Life, how good you are,

How beautiful and dear

When soul of frozen love is clear!

The sadness shall be gone

And heart will lose its pain,

And I will sing the song

Of love and life again!"


The Cardinals are the first I hear every morning
singing their chirping enchatments
Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Reviewed by Felix Perry
Masterful strokes of passion, romance and wonder...sadness and regret...you have a hit in this one...beautiful my friend.
fee
Reviewed by Richard Orey
Surely, in "Red Bird" I hear the agonizing soul of one whose love has flown away and questions why the choice was made when another choice would have been so warm and bright and lasting.

There is a lesson to be learned in everything in life. But as with most, I say with you, Dear Liana, "Enough already. Let me sing the song of love and life again."

I enjoyed reading "Red Bird" aloud immensely. I'm certain the translation by Anatol Kardiukov is precise and artful, yet I know that I am missing bits of subtlety by not being gifted with the ability to read this wonderful piece in its original Russian form. Still, thank you for making this available to the Authorsden community.

With love, respect and admiration,
Richard
Reviewed by George Carroll
I felt how you grew wings and the feathers of your thoughts carried you to the enchanted Shangri-la of your dreams alongside your love to fly evermore. Great poetry.

George
Reviewed by E T Waldron
This is beyond Superb! Glorious! Bravo! ET
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