Poems
by Pawel Markiewicz

 

The longing.

The Pindaric ode

 

You – such a dreamery born from Dionysian odes

like tender day in Your winds – enchanted butterflies

as the Golden Fleece – bewitched in my meek fantasy

august paradise lost is thus found and so dreamy

You lotus-like butterfly you – above volcanos

with wing-bewitchment immortalized in the times

I want to be such you and eternal thankful eyes

a plethora of feelings shines in tender myths lands

 

I would be magnificent and gorgeous like some ghosts

I will daydream over the soft foggy mournful morns

I long for tenderness of a mayhap dreamy dew

amaranthine but golden muse told me: Let’s go!

dearest butterfly Your blood is like an ambrosia

Your soul seems to be a pretty light eudemonia

Your tender garden is at morning star so moony

Your thoughts are dazzling moonglow awoken from fantasy

 

I yearn in winter for eternal Horace’s feelings

created born in springtide from the Ovidian songs

I am going to go to Pythia – temple in summer

 a naiad becomes for Artemis’ sake muse in fall 

 

 

 

 

 

The Elegy to Orpheus

 

Your lute became supernaturally amaranthine.

Its melody belonged to marvel of realm full muses.

The tender Gods love you – Orpheus and your musing charm.

And your homeland – worshipped each your dreamy song and ballads.

 

Soft birds and dazzling animals – they overwatched at morns,

with each magnificent, amusing and marvelous gig.

Thus. Your amazing-dreamed eagles loved too – the singing

– envoys of the weal from edenic Olympic mountains.

 

The venom of viper had in itself somewhat pearly.

It was such tear of Orpheus – overwhelmingly clean.

Eurydice – the queen of muses on foggy days died.

She – in eternal habitat-wizardry of Hades.

 

You have desired to retrieve her – the immortal being

and to bring unto earth full of moony spell and the pearls.

Hades and Hermes were enchanted from your dreameries.

Eurydice adored in odes, in homeland of shadow.

 

You perished simply rent like the gentle stolen Golden Fleece,

by angry, mythological creatures – troublemakers.

On seat of death originated wonderful oracle.

Its meaning was very juridic as well as dreaming.

 

If Eurydice thought in eternity about you,

the lea of Thrace would come into leaf so picturesquely.

The meek, lovely, small fawn says – the world I love you too.

A butterfly carries repose of Gods amazingly.

 

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