Artwork Description:
You, my Silence
by Gennadi Aigi
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I speak about you
to the outermost stars of limpid winter: Oh, how can
such silence be?... -
it -perhaps- surrounds me like the stillness of a field bright with shimmering sympathy
But there is no purification
for my soul in its ripples and in the soundless waves
like my sleep is made brighter -as if it was wakened long ago- without me -
by the whiteness that this year appeared in a dream,
so merciful - to the world ...-
but one day -possibly- there will come an end to the wholeness of you and your constant completeness
so simple and bright as paradise
if only for a single tear for me
and when I disappear - you will express grief
without words - only by a reflection of radiant grief
and instead -like a sigh- you will receive a clear part and a lasting measure
of such emptiness as there is in life and will be in death,
as where the Spirit cannot live
His consoling presence resides ... -
but - I love and I know: for God nothing
will adulterate your silence