Poem
Viktor Neborak
GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD
(a show in verse)IX. THE VERTICAL
O Holy Virgin
give a sympathetic gaze
and fully illuminate
my hellish heart
I must carry across
the iron night of crosses
without your gaze
I have no strength to fly off.
O Mother of God
I am one of your sons
without your gaze
the stone sky is black
don’t let the strong winds
swallow the fire
enrich my love
miracle-working Mary.
The heavy weight of the earth
the gravity of all times
the rusty blood of misdeeds
envelop my voice
and the night burns to ashes
in the clear skies
I see — I believe
your divine gaze shines.
© Translation: 2005, Michael M. Naydan
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv, 2005
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv, 2005
GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD. IX. THE VERTICAL
© 2005, Viktor Neborak
From: Litayucha Holova ta inshi virshi
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv
From: Litayucha Holova ta inshi virshi
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv
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GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD
(a show in verse)IX. THE VERTICAL
O Holy Virgin
give a sympathetic gaze
and fully illuminate
my hellish heart
I must carry across
the iron night of crosses
without your gaze
I have no strength to fly off.
O Mother of God
I am one of your sons
without your gaze
the stone sky is black
don’t let the strong winds
swallow the fire
enrich my love
miracle-working Mary.
The heavy weight of the earth
the gravity of all times
the rusty blood of misdeeds
envelop my voice
and the night burns to ashes
in the clear skies
I see — I believe
your divine gaze shines.
© 2005, Michael M. Naydan
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD
(a show in verse)IX. THE VERTICAL
O Holy Virgin
give a sympathetic gaze
and fully illuminate
my hellish heart
I must carry across
the iron night of crosses
without your gaze
I have no strength to fly off.
O Mother of God
I am one of your sons
without your gaze
the stone sky is black
don’t let the strong winds
swallow the fire
enrich my love
miracle-working Mary.
The heavy weight of the earth
the gravity of all times
the rusty blood of misdeeds
envelop my voice
and the night burns to ashes
in the clear skies
I see — I believe
your divine gaze shines.
© 2005, Michael M. Naydan
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
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