Before I Die
© Surazeus
2010 10 19
Katerina Sokoldievna tears off lace gown
and wears tattered skirt of a peasant girl
then covers her long gold curls under scarf
and wraps long wool coat to keep warm
as she walks alone on road before dawn.
Truck of men with rifles race along road
then brakes creak as they stop and leap
surrounding her with leering hungry eyes
then Tovarishch Lyev grabs both her hands
and caresses soft smooth skin with a grin.
You never worked in fields of hard labor
plowing dirt or scattering wheat seeds
or tended vegetables or milked cows
for you sat idle in your palace of greed
and feasted while we slaved and starved.
For a long moment Katerina and Lyev
gaze deep at each other with passion
and he plots how can I keep this girl
for myself as a bride working in my home
while I return to work as a copper smith.
Katerina Sokoldievna smiles in hope
and sun glows soft from her gold skin
but he grips rifle and hardens his heart
determined to eliminate arrogant pride
so he orders men to stand as firing squad.
Katerina Sokoldievna stands before a tree
and lifts her eyes up to shimmering sun
that gleams gold through rustling leaves
and tears flow down her soft peach cheeks
as she begins to sing an old lullaby tune.
Before I die I want to climb apple tree
and spread my wings to fly like an angel
and soar over forests and along rivers
and swoop laughing over Chornoye Sea
where sun glitters in eyes of my love.
Before I die I want to ride a white horse
galloping swift over wind-swept steppes
feeling my hair flowing out behind me
as I spread my arms and fill my lungs
with eternal spirit of adventure and joy.
Before I die I want to drink red wine
and pose nude for an artist from France
and dance ballet to a Tchaikovski tune
and play a silver flute by Chusovaya River
and gaze into heart of a green beryl stone.
Before I die I want to sail Kaspiskoe Sea
exploring villages and valleys of trees
and walk along winding rivers to caves
and stand on a mountain in clear blue sky
and feel eternal spirit flow in my heart.
Before I die I want to play a sad violin
and sculpt a noble hero from marble
and paint scenes of a tragic love tale
and play piano in a great hall of eyes
and sit alone by a sparkling waterfall.
Before I die I want to make sweet love
with a noble man who understands me
and bear a child with his shining eyes
and teach him how to walk and sing
and show him mysteries of our world.
Twelve shots ring out in cool dawn air
so Katerina Sokoldievna falls in leaves
and blood flows from her soft parted lips
and blue eyes stare at a white flower
that blooms forever from her shattered heart.
© Surazeus
2010 10 19
Katerina Sokoldievna tears off lace gown
and wears tattered skirt of a peasant girl
then covers her long gold curls under scarf
and wraps long wool coat to keep warm
as she walks alone on road before dawn.
Truck of men with rifles race along road
then brakes creak as they stop and leap
surrounding her with leering hungry eyes
then Tovarishch Lyev grabs both her hands
and caresses soft smooth skin with a grin.
You never worked in fields of hard labor
plowing dirt or scattering wheat seeds
or tended vegetables or milked cows
for you sat idle in your palace of greed
and feasted while we slaved and starved.
For a long moment Katerina and Lyev
gaze deep at each other with passion
and he plots how can I keep this girl
for myself as a bride working in my home
while I return to work as a copper smith.
Katerina Sokoldievna smiles in hope
and sun glows soft from her gold skin
but he grips rifle and hardens his heart
determined to eliminate arrogant pride
so he orders men to stand as firing squad.
Katerina Sokoldievna stands before a tree
and lifts her eyes up to shimmering sun
that gleams gold through rustling leaves
and tears flow down her soft peach cheeks
as she begins to sing an old lullaby tune.
Before I die I want to climb apple tree
and spread my wings to fly like an angel
and soar over forests and along rivers
and swoop laughing over Chornoye Sea
where sun glitters in eyes of my love.
Before I die I want to ride a white horse
galloping swift over wind-swept steppes
feeling my hair flowing out behind me
as I spread my arms and fill my lungs
with eternal spirit of adventure and joy.
Before I die I want to drink red wine
and pose nude for an artist from France
and dance ballet to a Tchaikovski tune
and play a silver flute by Chusovaya River
and gaze into heart of a green beryl stone.
Before I die I want to sail Kaspiskoe Sea
exploring villages and valleys of trees
and walk along winding rivers to caves
and stand on a mountain in clear blue sky
and feel eternal spirit flow in my heart.
Before I die I want to play a sad violin
and sculpt a noble hero from marble
and paint scenes of a tragic love tale
and play piano in a great hall of eyes
and sit alone by a sparkling waterfall.
Before I die I want to make sweet love
with a noble man who understands me
and bear a child with his shining eyes
and teach him how to walk and sing
and show him mysteries of our world.
Twelve shots ring out in cool dawn air
so Katerina Sokoldievna falls in leaves
and blood flows from her soft parted lips
and blue eyes stare at a white flower
that blooms forever from her shattered heart.
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