“No birds in sight, The forest withers slowly” (Ivan Bunin Poems)
No birds in sight. The forest withers slowly,Resigned to utter emptiness and chill.No mushrooms, but there comes from out a ...
Ivan Bunin Poems on Sense & Perception (5 Poems)
Midnight (Ivan Bunin Poems)
November. Midnight damp. Chalk-white beneathThe moon the village lies, by the oppressiveHush overcome. The tide sweeps in, impassive,Its voice all ...
The Archipelago (Ivan Bunin Poems)
Like copper shone the autumn day. PoseidonAnd Aeolus moaned softly, mournfully.Huge, surging, lilac waves rose on the sea.Our ship dove ...
The Stone Idol (Ivan Bunin Poems)
Dead grasses parched by heat. The steppeland, seared,Runs on and merges with the sky's pale reaches.Here is a horse's sun-bleached ...
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 ...