Russia
Mammoth nation of abnormity of everything,
the hardest tyranny on earth, the deepest soul,
a history of almost only bloodshed, massacres,
oppression, suffering and universal martyrdom,
a tragedy of never ending worsening conditions
with some drops of mordant humour of Bulgakov,
Dostoyevsky, Gogol, Tchekhov, always tainted
with some melancholy, tragedy or bitterness,
like all those suicides of Dostoyevsky's,
possibly the very heart of the unfathomable Russian soul,
as sorrowful and crying as the vastness
of the melodic oceans of Tchaikovsky's
and as hopeless as the love of desperation
of doctor Zhivago, desillusioned unto immolation.
There is nothing else to do but to resign.
The only possibility concerning Russia
is the summary: the less said about her, the better.
It's an abyss of no end, no bottom and no termination
to the agony of this gigantic unsurveyability
of human suffering.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-09-24 at 10:24
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