Maximilian Voloshin - The Rainbow Warrior
I fell to hit the rocky riverbed
Of time and worlds, rebel and treason-maker.
Once joined in joy, the seven tints of ache are
Dispersed in lowland air dense as lead.
Winds weave a rose in me, all spirits blend,
But every tone is bound to an anchor
Of foot and beat - see, tempered with the anger,
My radiant scale tinges wrap and bend?
Crime makes me pure. Death inspires. Prison
Delivers me. Prostration gives me might.
I lost my wings, not depth to take my ease on.
Come on, tormentor! Bloody eagle, bite!
All voices in my syrinx meet arisen
Like rainbow links the gamut crucified.
Original: Maximilian Voloshin aka Mad Max, 1915
The translation is completed for reference only and is not intended to imply or trigger empathy of any kind and to any degree.
Of time and worlds, rebel and treason-maker.
Once joined in joy, the seven tints of ache are
Dispersed in lowland air dense as lead.
Winds weave a rose in me, all spirits blend,
But every tone is bound to an anchor
Of foot and beat - see, tempered with the anger,
My radiant scale tinges wrap and bend?
Crime makes me pure. Death inspires. Prison
Delivers me. Prostration gives me might.
I lost my wings, not depth to take my ease on.
Come on, tormentor! Bloody eagle, bite!
All voices in my syrinx meet arisen
Like rainbow links the gamut crucified.
Original: Maximilian Voloshin aka Mad Max, 1915
The translation is completed for reference only and is not intended to imply or trigger empathy of any kind and to any degree.
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