Celestial Companions the Odd-old,
by J. W. Cassandra
"Celestial Companions, the Odd-old": this is my last poem. The previous one, "The Call of the Righteous", also came to light on the very same day, and the time difference means that I wrote the previously uploaded poem at dawn, and the current one late at night. I placed the poem "Celestial Companions the Odd-old" together with the poem "Shooting Spark" published after this one, in the cycle entitled "I Pay Homage to the Sacrificing, Pure Light" of my poetry book XIII, entitled "Ten Thousand-fold Sun". Thus, the poem is also coloured with the hue of sacrifice and pure light. Since this is my last poem written so far, I publish it in the menu Novelties.
The poem "Celestial Companions, the Odd-old" has a nostalgic tone and is about the forgotten celestial origin. In fact, oblivion refers to both the aim and the origin, ever have been: we do not know where we are going, only the path is eternal, and we no longer remember even our heavenly origin: "we have forgotten our wings" as I wrote in the Hungarian version. In the English version, instead of the wing, it literally says "we forgot where to go, and we forgot to fly".
In the second stanza, duality appears: the pair in the poem is the "cursed" of legends, but at the same time the "blessed" of legends, who walks on the path of infinity. The "cursed" is used in a declarative sentence, namely, for the lyrical self, this is the certainty. "Blessed" is used in an interrogative sentence, which refers to uncertainty. The path that the couple walks on is endless. In the English version, this is complemented by an adjective: "starry". Together, the two versions outline an endless, eternal path lost in cosmic perspectives, on which the couple keeps going. The poem is brought close by the lyrical self, it makes it personal, involving the reader by addressing it in the first person plural.
At the beginning and at the end of the poem, the iterative line "we forgot to fly" also refers to the fact that the origin is lost forever for the couple, and there is no return anymore.
We walk along on an odd-
old, celestial path:
We forgot where to go
and forgot to fly.
But we walk along together
the odd-old –
We are the cursed ones of
whom the legend talked.
Or are we blessed on an
infinite starry path?
We do not know, we only walk,
And forgot to fly.
18 / 11. 2025, by J. W. Cassandra
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