Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
The CatchVyacheslav Ivanov (b. 1866)
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Shining through the porches of autumn,
Shows the cool blue stillness of heaven.
Lo, the thin-trunked grove is transcended:
Carved in stone, a columned cathedral.
Smoke-scrolls wind about the frail friezes;
Flung above the doors is a curtain—
Open-work: like nets of God’s fishers
That the catch has slipped through and broken,
Like thy tatters, sacred and lovely,
At the entrance of a white temple,
Oh thou golden mendicant music!