As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadows (Ivan Bunin Poems)
As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadowsThe sunset's tristful rays fade and then sink from sight,And in ...
As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadowsThe sunset's tristful rays fade and then sink from sight,And in ...
In the feathergrass steppeSources lie buried,The thirsty sun knowsLife isn't raspberries.In barren haymeadowsA child tarries,Walnut crosierOutstretched, gold-eyed,The bracing treasure,Slender, streams.They ...
A whip cracks in the wood, and cattle lowAnd through the underbrush are heard toCrash heavily. Leaves rustle. Snowdrops showTheir ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
Like a gay skiff that flees the somber shoreAnd lilts again upon the crystal sea,Her wet breast stroking with caressing ...
I. DER watchman look out from his tower Ash de Abendgold glimmer grew dim, Und saw on de road troo ...
Once, in times forgotten,In a fairy place,Through the steppe, a riderMade his way apace.While he sped to battle,Nearing from the ...
By life tormented, and by cunning hope,When my soul surrenders in its battle with them,Day and night I press my ...
How lovely those journeys into quiet!Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,mosquitoes go whining through space. ...
1 I don't believe in omens or fear Forebodings. I flee from neither slander Nor from poison. Death does not ...
My sister - Life's overflowing today,spring rain shattering itself like glass,but people with monocles still complain,and sting, politely, like snakes ...
Earth swallows herself And, knocking her head against the sky, Patches the gaps in her memory With humankind and grass. ...
What grief! The alley's end Is lost in snow again today,And once again, the silver snakesAre crawling through the snow.The ...
Not in this chamber only at my birth— When the long hours of that mysterious night Were over, ...
When you were reading those tormented linesIn which the heart's resonant flame sends out glowing streamsAnd passion's fatal torrents rear ...
I bless you, forests, valleys, fields, mountains, waters,I bless freedom and blue skies.I bless my staff and my humble rags.And ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, ...
O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, ...
Not in this chamber only at my birth- When the long hours of that mysterious night Were over, and the ...
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