Photo is of The Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood. ( you can read more about it here . ) I took this photo in March 2010, when I went to St Petersburg, Russia, for 1 week. Alone. It was time to reflect on my life and experience this beautiful city. Some day I will share details of that trip. But for now, here is the poem by legendary Russian poet-
Wandering the noisy streets…
Wandering the noisy streets,
Entering the crowded church,
Sitting among wild young men,
I am lost in my thoughts.
I say to myself: the years will fly,
And however many are here, we shall all
Go down under the eternal vaults.
Someone’s hour is already at hand.
Gazing at a solitary oak,
I think: this patriarch
Will outlive my forgotten age
As it outlived the age of my fathers.
When I caress a dear child,
I’m already thinking: goodbye!
I yield my place to you: it’s time
For me to decay and you to blossom.
I say goodbye to each day,
Trying to guess
Which among them will be
The anniversary of my death.
And how and where shall I die?
Fighting, travelling, in the waves?
Or will the neighbouring valley
Receive my cold dust?
And though it’s all the same
To the feelingless body,
I should like to rest
Closer to the places I love.
And at the grave’s entrance
Let young life play,
And the beauty of indifferent nature
Never cease to shine.
Did you enjoy this poem? I did.