| Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921. | | | | A Russian Song | | By Igor Severyanin (Pseud. of Igor Lotarev) |
| | | LACE and roses in the forest morning shine, | |
| Shrewdly the small spider climbs his cobweb line. | |
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| Dews are diamonding and blooming faery-bright. | |
| What a golden air! What beauty! Oh, what light! | |
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| It is good to wander through the dawn-shot rye, | 5 |
| Good to see a bird, a toad, a dragon-fly; | |
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| Hear the sleepy crowing of the noisy cock, | |
| And to laugh at echo, and to hear her mock. | |
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| Ah, I love in vain my morning voice to hurl, | |
| Ah, off in the birches, but to glimpse a girl, | 10 |
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| Glimpse, and leaning on the tangled fence, to chase | |
| Dawn’s unwilling shadows from her morning face. | |
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| Ah, to wake her from her half-surrendered sleep, | |
| Tell her of my new-sprung dreams, that lift and leap, | |
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| Hug her trembling breasts that press against my heart, | 15 |
| Stir the morning in her, hear its pulses start. | | | | |
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