Modern Russian Poetry An Anthology
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The women of the Bosphorus, they say, Are good-looking . . . And I I'm lean and black. The white sail drowns far out beyond the bay. It may be that he never will come back.
I shall wait on in good and evil weather. If vainly, take my wage, go to the sea And cast the ring and hope away together. And my black braid will serve to strangle me.
Ivan Bunin 95 THE GOD OF NOON Black goats I herded with my sister; they Grazed by red rocks; the grass rose stiff and stinging.
Warming their backs, stones t...o the foot-hills clinging Slept dumbly on. And sheer blue shone the bay.
By the gnarled silver of an olive flinging My drowsy limbs, in its dry shade I lay, He came like a hot cobweb net, asway, Or like a cloud of flies about me singing.
He bared my knees. Kindled my quiet feet.
The silver on my shirt his white fire burned.
His hot embrace is heavy, ah, and sweet.
He laid me on my back. The whole sky turned.
He tanned my naked bosom to the teat.
From him the cammomile's kind use I learned.
96 Ivan Bunin IN AN EMPTY HOUSE From the walls the paper's blue is vanished, The daguerreotypes, the ikons banished.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
The women of the Bosphorus, they say, Are good-looking . . . And I I'm lean and black. The white sail drowns far out beyond the bay. It may be that he never will come back.
I shall wait on in good and evil weather. If vainly, take my wage, go to the sea And cast the ring and hope away together. And my black braid will serve to strangle me.
Ivan Bunin 95 THE GOD OF NOON Black goats I herded with my sister; they Grazed by red rocks; the grass rose stiff and stinging.
Warming their backs, stones t...o the foot-hills clinging Slept dumbly on. And sheer blue shone the bay.
By the gnarled silver of an olive flinging My drowsy limbs, in its dry shade I lay, He came like a hot cobweb net, asway, Or like a cloud of flies about me singing.
He bared my knees. Kindled my quiet feet.
The silver on my shirt his white fire burned.
His hot embrace is heavy, ah, and sweet.
He laid me on my back. The whole sky turned.
He tanned my naked bosom to the teat.
From him the cammomile's kind use I learned.
96 Ivan Bunin IN AN EMPTY HOUSE From the walls the paper's blue is vanished, The daguerreotypes, the ikons banished.
What to read after Modern Russian Poetry An Anthology?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Babette Deutsch to read onlineMoreLess
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