Classic Poem

Over the distant sea quietly glides the light of the world. Quiet. — — Only a great blue silence reigns over the world. Over the layers, over the treasures of frozen quiet the hand of Creation weeps.
Upon the entire distance and breadth of the silent Earth lies the white body of Woman. Beyond all silent spaces foams the white body of Woman. Like heralds of misfortune her woes overrun all the highways of the world.
Quiet. — — Only a great heavy silence sates itself on the quiet earth. Over the layers, over the treasures of frozen quiet the hand of Creation rests.