Poets Of Spirit


Vyacheslav Ivanov

The snow is clothed in dawn

In the high desert,

We are oaths of Eternity

In the azure of Beauty.

We are splashes of scarlet foam

On the pallor of the seas.

Renounce your earthly chains

To sit among the kings!

Don't imagine we are dissolving in the sky,

Cut off from the earth:—

A holy path leads

Beyond the clouds into dreams.


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