Nicolaus Copernicus

(In this poem, the place where Copernicus had lived

and done experiments on celestial bodies is chiefly
described in a poetic way)
A place wedded to long winters,
The Warmanian winds are sharp.
Her summers are short and mild,
The springs and autumns silvery frost.

A land of fascinating charm and beauty,
Autumn blazes her red and gold
Of the leaves and the purple hues of heather.
Splendid pine forest, dusky oak woods,
Lilies of the vale and pink and blue lupine-
Her landscape is like a magical carpet.

Her cold Northern blue sky is glassy;
The moon and stars over there are candid,
And the enveloping darkness seems so near and pellucid.
In the shimmering black velvet of the night,
Like a silver nail hammered into it,
Each celestial body is silently glistening.

Lying at a fork in the river Lyna,
From the turret of a house in Lidzbark Castle,
Unto the heavenly bodies a youth is in a silent communion
And to him they are whispering their age old tales.
Ravi Panamanna
Copyright 2006 Ravi Panamanna