Cranes
Created by Yevheniia 11 years ago
“whither can I escape, O strangers, flying through the hoary air” - Euripides
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It seems to me, at times, that soldiers
Who did not return from the fields of blood
Did not lie down to rest inside our earth
But flew, and turned into white cranes.
So, time and time again, from those far days
They fly, they call us with their voices:
Is that not why, so often and with such longing
We fall silent, looking to the sky?
They fly across the skies in tight formation,
In deep weariness they fly into the end of day
And in their formation, there is a small space –
May that be a space for me.
There will come a day, when with the cranes
I will fly too, into the same hoary air
Calling from the skies, in a birds’s voice
Calling out to all I leave upon this earth.
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-my translation from R. Gamzatov in memory of my granddad.
Granddad, I know you loved this song - it has comforted me many times and still does so now