I don’t have any poetry tonight —
To see things truly seems a pain too great, For every shadow bears time’s dying weight, And swiftly speeds the beauty in the light.
Her life once seemed to me a canvas white, My father, though, saw lines pre-marked like fate And warned her as we parted at the gate, Yet I said nothing when she took her flight.
Time is a deep uncrossable, too steep A pass for any traveller to mount. But now, tonight and in this very room I hear her children sleeping through the gloom And know they too will go. Would one word count That I could say – to guide, to help, to keep?
Staraya Ladoga (Old Ladoga) is a town on Lake Ladoga in Russia along the old trade route of the Varangians (Scandinavians) that connected the Baltic with Constantinople.
I have posted before on The Telescope poetry inspired by old stories and various locales and now here is some music written to evoke that old river road across Russia.
I wrote this for string orchestra on Finale a couple of years ago. The computer I wrote it on is down, but the midi is up on SoundCloud. The bass is a little too loud. I hope you hear boats rowing, rivers, and lakes.
Here are some pictures related to the Varangians and that journey.