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A Poet’s Tribute to Tesla
How is it possible that you the creator of the earthly suns and moonlights...
You, the cousin of the God Perun and the thunderer’s prophet Elijah.
You, who spend sleepless nights in glowing light until you equated the ripeness of the Galax and the poem about you was written.
How is it possible that You who took the cosmos fire and shed light on ships in storms, who filled concert halls with flashes of light and plunged Your hands on the mainstream of ozone have to share the destiny of every human being?
You, who gave us light and made lightning could You not escape the darkness?
Even You, who drew away the darkness around us had to lie down, in it.
Why didn’t we bury You in Polar Ice where the nights are light and bright, where sunshine and moonlight would paint your coffin in Gold, and lightning would dance around You.
Even in death You would shine in glowing light, being with us forever, to witness the dancing light, the birth of the rising sun, and the moon voyage behind the mountains.
Author of the Poem
English Translators: Dr. Ljubo Vujovic,
Donia Simansky, Nicholas Kosanovich