Modern Russian Poetry/Cimmerian Twilight I
CIMMERIAN TWILIGHT I
The evening light has soaked with ancient gold
And gall the yellow hills. Like tawny fur
Grass rises shaggy in a ruddy blur;
Past fiery bushes metal waves unfold;
And enigmatic cliffs and boulders hold
Worn troughs that are the sea's chronologer.
In the winged twilight figures seem to stir:
A heavy paw, a jowl grins stark and bold,
Like swelling ribs the dubious hillocks show;
On what bent back, like wool, does savory grow?
What brute, what titan, to this region cleaves?
The dark is strange … and yonder, space is clean.
And there the tired ocean, panting, heaves,
And rotting grasses breathe of iodine.
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