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George Lysloff
"The world should know and learn to accept the fact that life and fantasy (read "inner experience") co-exist in any person's existence. Subjectivity is the primary motor to anyone's being. My stories illustrate the point, I hope, and give the reader the chance to review his own personal life, placing its events in an acceptable and worthwhile perspective and allowing him to retain (or maybe regain) a proper distance from the fallacies of 'what's real." This is most certainly "existentialistic" and, from a philosophical viewpoint, an "idealistic" attitude. It offers a powerful alternative to the current evolution of society toward a strictly materialistic and utilitarian mode of living" - George Lysloff Lysloff was born in Paris, France of a Russian emigré father and a Baltic-German mother. He went through is primary and secondary education in various French schools. He studied medicine in Germany and Belguim, obtaining his diploma in 1951. He immigrated to the United States in 1954, and took his specialty training in the field of Psychiatry. He received his Board Certification in 1963. He was employed in various mental hospitals in the Midwest, and then moved back to Europe in 1972. He remained active in his profession until his retirement in 1993. George was married in 1950, and the couple had four children. After his wife fell ill with Alzheimer's disease and had to move to a care home, he lives close to his children in Wisconsin. His writing career began with poetry, initially written in the French, which he later translated to English. Other books by George Lysloff: Life and Fantasy: Pilgrimage, Life and Fantasy: On that side of Awakening, Life and Fantasy: Growing Up, Life and Fantasy: New World Rhapsody, Life and Fantasy: Andernach on the Rhein, Letters to my Beloved Ghost, Poems and Stanzas, Reaching Out, Poems and Stanzas II, Poems and Stanzas III, Poems and Stanzas IV, Poems Visions Reflections, Impressions in Verse and Prose, and Visions and Reflections II
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Poems and Stanzas - George Lysloff
P O E M S
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1 - TORN AWAY
For Irina P.
Where have they gone, my days of unconcern
That rushed by as light and as fast as the wind.
I dwelt in my reality, disdainfully
Oblivious of the brewing storms
That, suddenly unleashed, ended the quietude
Of the moment; I felt entranced, filled with the bliss
Of an adorable smile, with the pulchritude
Of the girl I cherished and yearned to kiss.
Behind the snow-covered and dormant plains,
Beyond the distant hills and drowsy villages,
I abandoned, forsook the one I idolized.
I seek in vain to find, retrieve those images.
I whisper in my mind: Why to weep and despair?
The fogs have cleared, the sun shines bright and the black fields
Will soon commence to green: All is well, sorrow yields;
Yet my soul is lonely and my heart cold and bare.
Ebern, March 20 1945
(That is the fifth day after I arrived in the little Bavarian town of Ebern)
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2 - MELANCHOLY
February. 16 1945
Ruedersdorf by Berlin
Welcome, my memories,
Heavy, puffy incense,
Perfume rising
Toward the crests of the morrow
In the sanctuary
Of my longing.
How far it lies
The Earth I knew . . . Fairy
Land of evocations, far, strange,
Disparate . . . Up above,
In the soft penumbra,
The scents, in small ringlets,
Gracious volutes
And subtle curves,
Lightly rise and flower;
They disappear,
Disperse into the dark.
I look for an image
That relates to my heart,
To my soul, a visage,
Dreamy eyed,
Veiled in thoughts,
A visage?
A mirage!
The incense rose
And vanished
In the vagueness
Of the vaulted
Heights, vast,
Fathomless.
My love,
What was
Actually
The color
Of your eyes?
The past has grown
So dim, unreal . . .
For Ira
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3 - FATHERLAND
I
Nostalgia is like a longing
That lacks object and goal.
It will conjure tantalizing
Memories of a lost homeland.
An exile, I languish
And I grieve in silence.
In my thoughts I return
To my native country.
I see myself resting
Beneath a friendly oak,
The firmament stretching
Into my inner space,
Gently curving within
The sumptuous chalice,
The expanded skyline.
Its broad azure unfolds
And turns to silver threads,
Its blueness is brighter
Than any ever seen.
Amid the pure, ethereal veil.
Enraptured, I now lie
Where the Gods at one time
Tried to hide their Elysium
Jealously protecting
Their frolicking capers.
Glittering waves of loveliness
Spread on the countryside,
Its meadows, brooks and glens;
They shudder with delight.
The streams twinkle
As the sun begins to drop toward
The rim of the horizon.
II
In fullest glory, the heavens
Supercilious, mocking,
Smiling derisively
At my humble verses,
Allow their splendid drapery
To cover up the Universe
As Nature, terse, prudish,
Hides human misery.
Its decors are too sumptuous
In the context
Of perpetuity
With somber recesses.
There is too much splendor,
Too much brightness
Reflecting the infinity.
The night is still,
Cold, cruel and stark.
Bare and pitiless as is Death
Leaving a bitter aftertaste
Of wasted hope.
Night is Death’s precursor.
But the resurrection
Arrives always in time
For escaping
From the graveyards
Of oblivion.
I exist, but to what purpose?
A sky beckons,
I perceive a city’s echoes;
I listen to its sounds,
Ghostly, foreign and strange.
Consciousness betrays me!
Where am I? Should I know?
I recall of a place
Where I once felt
Safe, young in years,
Where I enjoyed
Country and Home,
Closer to the light of the sun.
Destiny spoke, I had to go.
What does it matter though?
Only evasions and laments
Respond to my query.
Illusions, gossamer
Fragments are what is left,
Disconnected moments
Remain, nothing but dreamy
Thoughts and figments.
May 29 1944
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4 - PUSCHKAU
Summer of 1944
Free verses
(Puschkau is a small town near Posen. With a group of friends, I took the train and we reached that lovely place in less than a half hour. We walked in the long and waving grass of the banks of the river Wartha, bordered by cooling woods. It was high summer and blond Lilia was of the party).
Lilia is a lovely,
Alluring, graceful child;
She looks up, smiles at me,
And I smile back.
Often when she rests her eyes
On me questing for her,
They turn pensive and vague,
With passion unaware
And girlish dreaminess.
She speaks, I hear her voice
And listen not to her words;
Her expression reflects
Juvenile gentleness,
Radiates the luminous
Cobalt of her eyes,
Clear as the summer skies.
I cling to her nearness;
And her youth resonates
In my soul, reminds me
Of my own. Her silky
And golden locks caress
My cheek. I catch her voice
And her sweet breath, along
With a treasured vision
I carry in my heart,
Later on in the eve, reclining
Under the stars, my fancies start
To relive my wishful thinking.
Does this mean love?
I wish it did!
It surrounds me like a story,
A soulful fairy tale!
It cajoles my senses
Like a warm day of lent,
And confuses my mind.
I nurture and sustain it,
Ideal, a perfumed sentiment.
Is this just another
One of the imponderables
Floating in the spring air,
Reflecting volatile
Imaginings evoked
By sweet and cherished memories?
Is it what God
Meant when he invented
Love? He created it
So miraculously
And marvelously beautiful,
So weighty to the soul
Of the lover. I hope
She cares for me as much
As I for her.
Lilia, alluring, lovely
Apparition;
She smiles, glances at me,
Or else, wistful, she seems
To gaze into my soul,
Her face reflects
A pensive mood, vague desires
Nurtured by unconscious
And well contained passion.
June 18 1944
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5 - SAPPHIRE
Free verses
I
Little girl with your golden hair,
Your clear forehead, your skin so fair,
Your lithe figure, your eyes of fire
A color-flush of sapphire,
Smiling, laughing; tell me indeed
What is it that caused you
To decide, adorable child,
And make me so glad,
So pleased, and then so sad?
The breeze scatters my thoughts,
Yet my every word sings
Forth toward the soaring vaults
Of the firmament, rings
Like a front of profound
And resonating sound.
The sprites in the forest,
Souls of the woods and trees
Have told me a secret.
That gladdens
My heart,
Revealing,
And whispering
To me words
Of magic
And mysticism.
Discreet, the stream
Flows by, reflects
Back the words
And loses them
Among the trees
Of the forest,
Silent backdrop
Of the clearing
Where we play,
The riverbank
Where we hide,
Seeking,
Finding
Each other.
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6 - ECSTASIS
Entranced by life and youngish love. I feel so rich
As I taste the pleasure of your bewitching charm.
Need I dream any more, for everything I feel
Is elfish reverie: our woods, our stream.
Sapphire: Lilia’s lips are a cascade of smiles,
Her eyes hide desire and constant wondering.
They never cease to awaken in me the wish
To have her glance at me and make me smile in turn.
Fate gave of its purest azure-blue to her gaze
When she emerged into this world, maybe adding
In each pupil a tiny star, a fiery gem
Shining resplendently in her eyes’ limpid depth.
Why daydream of passion: Our friendship binds us,
As the adolescent that I am, I love her;
Her wistfulness meets mine as we gently commune . . .
A thunderstorm is near. Our world grows quiet.
The sky turns menacing, growling its booms, throwing
Its bolts, pouring its strings densely, its liquid sheets,
Its drops are streams of pearls and glimmering jewels.
What do I care of rain, of tempest and thunder?
What concern are they to me? For I am enamored
In Lilia’s charming self, and her voice sounds as clear
As the radiant brightness of this clear August day;
I simply stop thinking when I am close to her . . .
Summer of 1944
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7 - CHILDHOOD LOVE
I
Thousand marvels flow together,
Met with timid reserve,
In the fervent mind of the child
Walking the early labyrinths,
Facing the ever receding
Horizons and stretches
Infinite, as he sees
Thousand and one dreams arising,
Unfolding, dissolving,
To disappear into
The recesses of his psyche,
Whence thoughts will later rise!
This unique genesis
Serves as the early guide
To the emerging self
Of the child, with