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OUR LIFE M o n th ly , p u b lis h e d b y U k ra in ia n N a tio n a l W o m e n ’s L e a g u e o f A m e ric a v o l. x lv iii FEBRUARY 1991 Editor: M arta Baczynsky CONTRA SPEM SPERO Away, ye gloomy thoughts, ye autumn clouds! Today about me is a golden sping! And shall my youth be wrapped in sorrow’s shourds And fly away on lamentation’s wing? No, I would smile, though even through my tears, And sing my songs amind my dark distress, And cherish hope, when not one hope appears. I want to live! Avaunt, my hopelessness! Upon my poor and melancholy fallow I shall sow harvests of resplendent flowers, Sow even amid frosts, and genly hallow With dew of tears their unaccomlished powers. And from the burning tears I there let fall The solid, icy crust will surely melt. Perhaps the buds will blossom after all And breezes of a happy spring be felt. Up the steep pathway on the flinty hill, I’ll bear my rocky burden all day long, And though I carry such a load, I still Shall keep my heart and sing a happy song. In the obscurity of pitch-black night, I shall not for one moment close my eyes, But seek my guiding star’s unfailing light, That radiant mistress of the nightly skies. I will not let my heart fall slumbering, Even if dark and grief around prevail, For I shall find my spirit numbering The deadly steps of death upon my trail. Mortality will then press hard upon me; A deadly mist will cover up the stars; My heart beats harder: death will not outrun me Nor pen my eager pulse behind his bars Yes, I would smile, though even through my tears, And sing my songs amid my dark distress, And cherish hope, when not one hope appears. I want to Live! Avaunt, my hopelessness! (1871-1913) LESIA UKRAINKA Василь Лопата. Л. Українка «Калина» Vasyl Lopata. L. Ukrainka. “Guelder-rose". (Translated into English by C.H. Andrusyshen and Watson Kirkconnell. Published in “The Ukrainian Poets", 1963 Univer sity of Toronto Press) ’’НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ”, ЛЮТИЙ 1991 19
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