| Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921. | | | | The Capitals Are Rocked with Thunder | | By Nikolai Nekrasov (18211877) |
| | | THE CAPITALS are rocked with thunder | |
| Of orators in wordy feuds. | |
| But in the depths of Russia, yonder, | |
| An age-old awful silence broods. | |
| Only the wind in wayside willows, | 5 |
| Coming and going, does not cease; | |
| And corn-stalks touch in curving billows | |
| The earth that cherishes and pillows, | |
| Through endless fields of changeless peace. | | | | |
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