Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
July 14, at NightFyodor Tyutchev (18031873)
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Of July shone strangely still.
Earth lay dim, and fitful light
In the skyey, storm-filled height
Trembled over field and hill.
And between vast lashes burn
Glances flaming and morose,
Over earth’s remote repose,
Mute as lightning, swift and stern.