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“How can one say what seed of good may have been dropped into his soul, never to die… how impossible it is to follow up the effects of any isolated good deed one may do, in all its influences and subtle workings upon the heart and after-actions of others.”
The Idiot. By Fyodor Dostoyevsky, trans. Eva Martin
Marian Carr Indestructible Man (1956)
All day the busy wind had swept the sky, And now great seas of pure, translucent blue Rolled stainless overhead, while evening threw O'er all the world her veil of azure dye. The leafless trees stretched longing hands on high To catch the sun's last kisses, ere he drew Behind the westward-driven clouds that flew To shield him when his hour of death was nigh.
He was engulfed in floods of rapturous flame. The desolate trees with ghostly whisperings Saw him depart. Soft clouds with silent tread Host upon host more closely pressing came; Till all the west was filled with crimson wings Of angels crowding round his royal bed.
Sunset In March by Eva Martin
So would I wait for thee, O Sun of Love! In some still garden in a dawn of spring, Where happy-hearted birds awake and sing, And gentle flower-spirits idly rove. Oh, may the sky pale amber and pure mauve In stainless fields of rare adventure fling Before thy feet, while daffodils slow-swing Their fragrant censers in a golden grove. ... But may I, like that dawn-enchanted tree, Stand motionless, in rapture of desire To greet the day and bid farewell to night. Oh, when my spirit trembles forth to thee, Arise, and flood me with thy living fire! Kiss all my buds to leaves, thou Lord of Light!
Sonnets of Sunrise: 2 by Eva Martin
“How is it that I am writing to you? I do not know; but I am conscious of an irresistible desire to remind you of my existence, especially you.”
-- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot (translated by Eva M. Martin)
Eva by Lenara Choudhury for Zeum Magazine