L'orient Vs L'occident Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Oh, East is East, and West is West,
and never the twain shall meet

(Rudyard Kipling)


I live in east, though tend to west,
For my location's inclination
Brings my geography to suns sank.

Should I, like all pertaining eastern,
Smoke some mysterious mist
Over my parts and claim these rank?

East versus West - a fine equation!
Which proves the most righteous cause -
West in crude shape, or East in gauze?

West's logic, boost and interest
Like overflown jostling cistern
With most unlikely sinking gist.

East's dim apocrypha and truths,
Though, everlasting and enduring,
Beget unthinkable sensations.

So, me, an easterner, behooves
Stop panic-mongering and worrying
And be dissolved in vacuum blank

Rather than shoulder the challenge
And axe the way through, no remit? -
Is it the western path most meet?

What if I claim, they're likely fuse
And overlap at intersections. -
So, turn syncretic both views.

Amidst dissents, discords, deflections
The cosmopolitan mean flaunts -
L'Orient recontre l'Occident.