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The Russian Winter-The Russian Soul
The Russian winter…
It is a hard one.
The hinterland of Yakutia,
The degrees fall fast,
And the Sun
Forgets Mother Russia.
Yet the winter is often Russia’s greatest ally.
Turning back the Swedes,
While later the winds of December and the gales of January
Saw the Germans starve and surrender at Stalingrad.
The ice and the snow had vanquished the German foes.
The Red Banner flew over the city in triumph.
The descendants of Peter and Catherine had prevailed.
The enemy but destroyed by the snows and ice,
That on many occasions have been Russia’s strongest friends.
The Russian winter is often a white splendor,
Sparkling and glittering in the waning light of the day.
Yet more than that,
It has forged the Russian soul,
A soul that runs deeper and wider
Then those in other places.
A soul with the capacity to love, to fight, to seek, to feel the life
To know the life and understand it.
Yes from the winter, the cold, the fury,
Comes the Russian soul
It is the Russian winter
That sets apart the Russian soul
And makes the Russian man and the Russian woman
Sparkle like bright stars
Amidst the Milky Way
At times the same as all the rest
But for all time always different
October 4, 2013
The Russian Winter
For a visitor to Moscow,
Whether it be from the States or Western Europe,
The city is at first a bit daunting
And seemingly closed to strangers.
But once that initial contact is made,
From one person to another,
It is readily apparent
That no matter our place of origin
Nor where we make our home,
We emanate from the one
And it is here in Moscow that we form the one.
We are all children of the universe
And Gogol’s Russian soul runs deep
In this very cold and beautiful world.
I left my time in Moscow
With the words of Pushkin pulsating in my heart
“I Loved You.”
James Tucci 2013
The End of Summer
The bay was rather still
It doesn’t blow most days till the afternoon
The leaves on the trees slightly moved
They would be turning orange and red in another few weeks.
The sand was still hot in the afternoon
And the skies were blue
White clouds floated around
These were the waning days of summer
He lived for the summertime
And soon it would be over
The first chill in the air was only a week or two away
Fall, winter and spring were on their way
Bringing the cold, the gray, the rain and the snow
The leaves on the trees would be on the lawns and in the gutter
The sands on the beach would be cold and damp
People would be wearing their coats and jackets
The sad part was
Another summer of his life was about to go away
Never to return
These days would turn to memories
No longer the glorious moments
In time and space that he so enjoyed
When the air was fresh and salty and filled with the scents of the grass and the flowers
All he was left with
Was to pine for the next summer
But in a short amount of time
It too would disappear
Never to return
Like the sunny summer
He would disappear
by James Tucci