Red Eastertide, From Balmont Poem by Liza Sud

Red Eastertide, From Balmont

The Holy Week, Chervonny Eastertide,
Here the sun - in our gladness has its fullnes,
It gives us radiance without regard,
Broadcasts to Night: we have no need of you.

In all duration of the week of Easter,
As the sun once rose, wants no more to go down,
To us for a long time the mid-day birds are singing,
For a long time the wish to bloom invades all grass.


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ЧЕРВОННЫЕ СВЯТКИ

Святая Неделя, Червонные Святки,
Тут Солнце — в веселии нашем сполна,
Дарит нам сиянье своё без оглядки,
А Ночи вещает, мол, ты не нужна.

Во всё продолженье Пасхальной седьмицы,
Как Солнце взошло, так не хочет зайти,
И долго поют нам полдневные птицы,
И долго хотят нам все травы цвести.

Red Eastertide, From Balmont
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: translation
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Chervonny = red in old -Russian.
On photo: saint John of Kronstadt leads kids to a asylum.
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