Serafin Michalewski 

Warszawa, Poland 

Officer of WWII—medal of honor. Education: M.A., M.A. plus 17 foreign languages/ achievements: A new proof of God's being/theodicy to The Holy Trinity. Reconstruction of the real face of Madonna; selective bibliography of 900 languages—grammars and dictionaries. Project of a reform of the Chinese script. Origin of the Chinese language. Lexical borrowings in the Karaite language. A Sanskrit vocabulary of Yoga; The International Poet of Merit Award by ISP for 1975 and 1976; a second place prize for the poem "Seeds of Sequoia." All other poems appointed for the cassette "The Sound of Poetry." Message: Even the Devil will be saved! 

Seeds of Sequoia 

O MISSISSIPPI, t e a c h A m e r i c a  
to convert her starlets into grey moons 
Predestined for swift flying into 
the smiling Sun 
From the bottom of the bedeviled Grand Canyon. 
And lo! they are begetting a poetic sleepy baby 
From a black eagle and white one as a Wife. 

O MISSISSIPPI, t e a c h A m e r i c a  
to walk or hike around the Elbert Peak 
Encompassed by dark-green trees 
under a light -blue sky 
And with a breeze from above 
rippling dark-blue seas. 
And lo! there are lots of gently- 
rolling waves blowing bonfires 
Into one self-immolating fragrant Altar. 

O MISSISSIPPI, t e a c h A m e r i c a  
To invite varied guests to the Rockies: 
Shamans, bonzes, gurus, rabbis, imams and bishops 
From all four hoping ends of the swarming planet. 
And lo! they are reading - in a hundred thousand dialects- 
Sacred scriptures before the five-faced Voided Cloud. 

O MISSISSIPPI, t e a c h A m e r i c a  
To kiss the morning dew at breaking dawn 
Singing with hummingbirds, bumblebees and crested larks 
Dancing with weeping trees, squirrels and white-tailed deer. 
And lo! from the Big Country's all-embracing protective heart 
There are flowing Niagaras of Elixir. 

O MISSISSIPPI, t e a c h A m e r i c a 
To send her bearded Greek Orthodox Saints 
With whirling six-winged seraphs 
and many-eyed cherubs 
Onto Normandy's simply- drawn -up 
radiant graves. 
And lo! they are chanting -with a  
soothing baritone - dirges 
For the best boys knowing the 
lightnings of Tabor. 

O AMERICA, t e a c h M i s s i s s i p p i 
To keep mixing up calm oceans over 
the Globe!