| Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921. | | | | “How Strange, Oh God” | | By Z. Shishova |
| | | HOW strange, oh, God, as in sleep’s euthanasia, | |
| Thy earth today. | |
| Behind the window, each like an acacia, | |
| The poplars sway. | |
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| From my small muff my hand withdrawing slightly, | 5 |
| I find it dry. | |
| And from my furs, as though May touched them lightly, | |
| Faint perfumes fly. | |
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| And through the night dark troubled dreams are rearing: | |
| They choke and cling. | 10 |
| How shall I then forbear at last from fearing, | |
| Oh, God, thy Spring? | | | | |
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