Sunday, August 31, 2014
Sunday Poetry - Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy
The Lord, when arming me for living,
Placed love and anger in my breast,
And raised his strong right hand in giving
Instruction on which path was best;
Breather mighty words of inspiration,
Imbued my heart with fervent strength;
But temper harsh on his creation
The Lord did not bestow at length.
My wrath I spent on causes needless.
My love knew neither let nor stay,
And blow on blow I suffered, heedless;
In parrying, I faint away.
To face their blizzard's hostile clamor
I ventured out bereft of armor
And perish, wounded in the fray.