The greatest master, supercolorist,
And monumental Mega-symbolist,
But within radius of two street blocks
The magic of his crystal doesn't work.
And by his cubes - as by the strangest strokes
Inside your brain begets flashes of light,
And with the giant birds you suddenly fly
and see the circular rocks in the sky.
They are tremedous thunderous to you,
Convert you instantly into an ant,
and with conviction you will know for sure -
there're Higher worlds with lightnings and goosebumps.
There is unearthly Mega-Beauty there,
And Majesty, and your soul suddenly
is kissing it, as if in revelation,
as higher harmonies in one eye blink.
Your Soul - as combination of his colors:
whenever rocks, or foliage, one more smear,
and as the lilies of the flaming sunsets -
All Colors combination as the wimples.
And suddenly you come to realize:
You are - a painting! And you call his name,
To the Lord or just someone to explain:
Who wrote this? who's frozen there inside?
And who is chasing you everywhere now -
painting and sculpture? Wonder will impact:
Who may create it all and be so high?
Only the White light - John will light it up.
Hi Liza, Wonderful poetical tribute to a great artist, a painter, sculptor and what not. I understand that Mikhail Aleksandrovich Vrubel is one of the Russian painters of the Symbolist movement, who invited lot of controversies, for his art, especially the “demon” series, which seriously departed from the traditional. A fitting tribute to the great artist. Ant thank you for introducing the artist to the PoemHunter brethren.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liza, could you please add a painting by Vrubel, which will be a visual treat for your readers. Thank you.