| Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921. | | | | Art | | By Apollon Maikov (1821–1897) |
| | | IDLY I cut me a reed by the shore where the sea heaves and thunders,— | |
| Dumb and forgotten it lay in my simple, my wind-beaten cabin. | |
| Once an old traveler passed who remained for the night in our dwelling,— | |
| (Foreign his dress and his tongue, an old man who was strange to our region.) | |
| Seeing the reed, he retrieved it, and lopping and piercing the nodules, | 5 |
| Sweetly his lips he applied to the holes that he fashioned: responding, | |
| Swiftly the reed-voice awoke, till the noise of the sea breathed within it; | |
| Thus would wild Zephyros blow, were he suddenly ruffling the waters, | |
| Fingering lightly the reed-stems and flooding the banks with the sea-sound. | | | | |
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