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I am always amazed at those who can speak multiple languages which I cannot. Even more amazed when someone can speak, write, joke and translate other languages. Below is a poem originally written in Russian by Oleg Bogachev and translated poetically to English by Elena Arnott. And of course I learned something new....What is a Pict?  Once upon a time there lived Picts,
Did they really exist? If so, where are you now, Picts? Have you turned into the rocks or maybe hiding in the clouds? Picts, be loud, please come out! Are you whispering to us being carried by the creeks? Are you sharing your dreams through the sound of the leaves? Scottish whisky, taste of heaven, sipping slowly and imagine Streets of London, feel of freedom Picts, come out! Are you real? Weird feeling, Picts are here Living, eating, drinking beer….
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Half-truths and legends History’s a mystery Cause we weren’t there  Modern cave drawings? I am feeling so inspired reading other's poetry and interpreting their words with my images. One more for you. This poem is by Julia Barnett. I am mute
In your presence. My voice, though quiet Is usually strong. Harmonious and leveled Near you, my throat shuts. The melody of my thoughts Ready and ripe to offer wilts and falls to the ground. Near you, I grow fainter. Dissolving, in the shadow of your footprints. Laid bare, hands outstretched pleading, for you, to take the fruit. The shape of my person Tailor-made of good intentions bends. The edges of my body constrict Palms sweating nerves plucked I falter In your presence. |