For the wedding of W and K
FOR THE WEDDING OF PRINCE WILLIAM AND LADY KATE
Your Excellence!
The scene of happily grimacing Joy and Pride
Opens the act for You in new metamorphosic time,
That Play of Life for You and Your sweet lovely bride,
You both…
Oh, World of newly Changes soon will have a birth! –
Oh, necceserily, Older Fashion must to have its ride! –
Someone’s to laugh, someone’s to cry; -
The multi-chorus of the shouted people’s minds
Makes wondering the Earth and Sky
Of that great sound
Flies
Above whole England.
This fancy psychodelia of godly-given public noice
Plays views of dream in bearlands even, so my smallest voice
Joins too the gentliest waves of cheering echo-motion,
With very thought and wish to share my best emotion.
Infinitive cortege of times; all majestic, all dreamful hours…
How beautiful they are, how delicate and passionate, and wise:
Some are to bless the soul of words, some – sing the love in flowers;
The Carriage of the Hopes do move in realm of hearts and eyes.
The ceremony of tommorrow’s Grace surpleasingly goes on,
The fortuned strength and elegance of England shows the way;
For winds not to be alien to sing the feeling of the reigned Today; -
Oh, let them not to shake the Cross no crowned nation’s Throne.
And let those Dreams for both of You will never be unfair,
No less then Love, no different then voice of wisest Time;
Harmonious composer – Nature Self plays hymns in springest air,
Keeps memories and wishes Great, and one of them – this mine.
So…Modest thank You for You’ve been so kindly patient,
Sincerely, Poet
With all congratulations,
M.Guebris,
independent literarien, Moscow;
/ 23.04.2011 - 30.04.2011 /
Your Excellence!
The scene of happily grimacing Joy and Pride
Opens the act for You in new metamorphosic time,
That Play of Life for You and Your sweet lovely bride,
You both…
Oh, World of newly Changes soon will have a birth! –
Oh, necceserily, Older Fashion must to have its ride! –
Someone’s to laugh, someone’s to cry; -
The multi-chorus of the shouted people’s minds
Makes wondering the Earth and Sky
Of that great sound
Flies
Above whole England.
This fancy psychodelia of godly-given public noice
Plays views of dream in bearlands even, so my smallest voice
Joins too the gentliest waves of cheering echo-motion,
With very thought and wish to share my best emotion.
Infinitive cortege of times; all majestic, all dreamful hours…
How beautiful they are, how delicate and passionate, and wise:
Some are to bless the soul of words, some – sing the love in flowers;
The Carriage of the Hopes do move in realm of hearts and eyes.
The ceremony of tommorrow’s Grace surpleasingly goes on,
The fortuned strength and elegance of England shows the way;
For winds not to be alien to sing the feeling of the reigned Today; -
Oh, let them not to shake the Cross no crowned nation’s Throne.
And let those Dreams for both of You will never be unfair,
No less then Love, no different then voice of wisest Time;
Harmonious composer – Nature Self plays hymns in springest air,
Keeps memories and wishes Great, and one of them – this mine.
So…Modest thank You for You’ve been so kindly patient,
Sincerely, Poet
With all congratulations,
M.Guebris,
independent literarien, Moscow;
/ 23.04.2011 - 30.04.2011 /
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