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O UR LIFE Monthly, published by Ukrainian National Women’s League of America VOL. XLIX MAY 1992 Editor: Marta Baczynsky THE SWANS OF MOTHERHOOD Dreamingly they float from out the misty foggage, Pinkish swans who paint the night with waxen starrage. So peers the fable through the pane with graying eyes And motherly good grace, which right behind it lies. Don’t return, vexation, run, forever run, I won’t let you rock the cradle of my son. Swim toward the cradle, oh swans, like some wishes, And let the quiet stars rest ’neath his lashes. The roosters threatened nighttime with their calls — the swans still danced upon the sullen walls. With their wings and down, they issue murmurations, Tickling mirages with their gold constellations. You’ll grow up, my son, and start upon your way, Many dormant dangers will mature that day. In the transport of dust the forest numphs with dar kened brow Will greed to have your subtelty, your love some way, somehow. They will call for you in gardens of green, Those betrothed to the dark-hairs of wondrous mein. You can surely choose your friends and pick a spouse, my son, But of choices for country there is only one. You can pick a friend and a blood-brother too, But your mother’s already chosen for you. Always they’re with you, wherever you go — Your mother’s eyes, the home you used to know And if foreign fields be the resting place for you, The willows and poplars will come without ado. They will stand over you, and rustling their leaves, Their baleful farewell will touch your very eaves. For you can choose anything at all, my son, But of Fatherlands for you there’s only one. VASYL SYMONENKO (translated by Andriy M. F.-Chirovsky, Granite Obeliska, Svoboda, 1975) NEWS FROM HEADQUARTERS... In accordance with the provisions of Art. V, Sec. 16, of the UNWLA Bylaws, NOTICE IS HER EBY GIVEN that the XXIII Convention of the Ukrainian National Women’s League of America will be held May 29-31, 1993. The New Jersey Regional Council will be hosting this Convention. The Convention Committee is headed by Luba Sira as Chair. Irena Chaikowskyj is heading the Convention Book Committee as Chair. A complete list of both Committees will be published in the future issues of Our Life. The Convention is the highest governing body which sets the decision making policy, resolu tion and recommendation for the next three years. It is, therefore, imperative that every Branch sends its delegates to attend and participate in the Convention. In this regard, we call your atten tion to Sec. 23 of Art. V, and urge you to make every effort to ensure full representation of your Branch. You are also reminded that every Branch must fulfill its financial obligations including the 100% subscription to Our Life by its members by the given deadlines. THE EXECUTIVE BOARD OF UNWLA “НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ”, ТРАВЕНЬ 1992 19
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