Springtime Spiritual Sprouts, Or Resisting Spengler. By Anna Polibina-Polansky Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

Several symbolic strokes diligently translated from a Slavonic tongue, may mean truly much. But I would refrain from additional remarks. Now it is threateningly apparent that the third world, an aspiration of Westerners, robs not only the property, but also all humanistic landscapes. What needs to be kept in unity and duly blessed, is so visibly destroyed. Philosophic essays are too slowly ripening. Even most Eastern boundaries are of regrets. Cultural values, trade marks, stylistic property, artefacts and articulate European self-esteem ought not disappear. The historic rootage is being cheapened and so, almost neglected. Refugees cost the continent, too much. We preach against ourselves. The Old Testament sounds to be the least hope and a stumbling stone. It has been translated into Mid-English and Old-Slavonic, for centuries. We are connoisseurs for our own legacy, but somehow, underestimated. The clearness of vision is an impediment for survival. It is crucial that we could come at a genuine knot, all who belong to the culture by the simplistic testimony of breed (yet, often mixed with genetic pride or smth) . Our sagacious rootage is still everything. We are not compelled to the wrong choices we blankly commit, at desperate grades. So do not dare further provoke the dusk of what we inherit, of our aeschatology and religious history. Think longer before leap. Europe is an enigmatic entity belonging to who comprise a spiritual (not to say, Christian) entity. Wrong tonalities should not build up obstacles, anymore. We ought to be capable of correct intonations, without outer prompts. Europe is in bloom, allegoric scientists from desperate Spengler to hopeful Frank Webster, are asserted of it. We humanists of nowadays, awfully need keep the point and the scale.2022, Moscow.