LADY AZURE
(by Mykola Voronyi)
In a wave of azure wing –
Jolly Spring,
Flying high in shiny splendor,
So diaphanous and tender;
From beyond the cloudy pile –
Just a smile,
But the winter would surrender.
Here She comes out of the blue –
In a hue –
Nothing really can withstand her;
Lady Azure – what a manner!
Woods and meads and hills and fields –
All God wields –
For Her name they sing “Hosanna!”
Lady Azure, but a gleam
Of a dream,
Bathes millions of flowers
In the gentle dewy showers,
Weaving gossamers of bloom
On a loom, –
I’ll be watching it for hours.
On and on, the dreams unscroll
In my soul,
Winding viny arabesco,
Now cameo, now alfresco,
Catching up with azure song –
Sing along! –
Blending slowly in grotesco.
April 25-27, 2026

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