Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 20, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Complaint

by Vyacheslav Ivanov (1866 – 1949).


Your soul born deaf and blind, inhabits
Jungles of sunless reverie,
Where with the crash of trampled saplings
Wild droves of dark desires roam free.

A torch I kindled in the darkness
To lead you to my starry gate,
With seeds of light in shining handfuls
The furrows of your night to sate.

I stand amid the trackless stretches
And hail you in the wilderness;
But list in the dark and dreary caverns
My cry sinks silent, answerless.


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