Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
Austere the Music of My SongsFyodor Sologub (Pseudonym of Fyodor Teternikov) (b. 1863)
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The echo of sad utterance fills them,
A bitter breath, far-wafted, chills them;
And is my back not bent to thongs?
The vainly promised land I follow
Upon a road the shadows swallow;
The world rears round me like a wall.
Faint voice will sound like distant thunder.
Can long abeyance of a wonder
Obliterate the long bleak pain?