Ilya Surdin
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The babel-fish ode/Ilya Surdin In the times of hunger in the sea,There were the dolphin mammals swimming by me. It was that time that I heard them cry, and so I served my services by. The dolphins’ ears, though small Were fit enough, And by and by, I had comfort, Not just. And after the great drought, I was given to the men, As an afterthought. For then, they learnt to listen, by themselves. And now the humans I serve through the ear, Even if more comfortable, They don’t think, Through the ear. Little story about the previous poem. The CD shows, it has been created around may '01. I myself remember that I edited it, so it must have been a bit earlier. Anyway, the sure fact is that I wrote it just after I heard of Douglas Adams' death, and I read the Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy a short period of time before that, so it affected me deeply. Here's the result. Enjoy. It's unedited and I have no meaning of doing so. Me. |
Cantata/Ilya Surdin Enjoy and listen,For the running children are out there. They listen and talk, But don't sing For there is no such thing as song Beyond the gates. Sure the will look for it, But it shall never come. Listen children and seek, For the song is beyond your reach. Do not fear the sky, For they're beyond your reach. Don't fear information, For it is your saviour. No thing beyond the grave. Look and Seek. Written 08/12/2004 23:27 Funny isn't it, life? Like to hear what you think. |
Sonnet--To Science/Edgar Allen Poe Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realaties? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wanderings To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The alfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? Sonnet--To Science/Edgar Allen Poe 'T was noontide of summer,And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold--too cold for me-- There pass'd, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turn'd away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire They distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light. |