Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
A Russian SongIgor Severyanin (Pseud. of Igor Lotarev)
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Shrewdly the small spider climbs his cobweb line.
What a golden air! What beauty! Oh, what light!
Good to see a bird, a toad, a dragon-fly;
And to laugh at echo, and to hear her mock.
Ah, off in the birches, but to glimpse a girl,
Dawn’s unwilling shadows from her morning face.
Tell her of my new-sprung dreams, that lift and leap,
Stir the morning in her, hear its pulses start.