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And craftily, the cruel night
Stands everywhere on sentinel,
And though the warming sun is bright,
It has not strength the dark to quell.
Death, the inexorable, gapes;
The heart is stifled in the grave…
Somewhere are white and shining shapes,
Gold on the gloom, wrath on the wave!
And frenzied women, pale with tears,
Proclaim good tidings – but of what?
From crushing and denying fears
The lulling mist lets nothing out.
Someone, a stranger, on the road,
Stopping to speak to us, proclaims
A sacrificed and a dead God…
And the heart breathes again, and flames. 28
Путь в Эммаус
День третий рдяные ветрила
and Khlebnikov). The latest recorded date in this book is 1960. This second book is evidently a later, more
systematically arranged compilation of some of Bowra’s favourite poems.
28 Bowra (ed.), A Book of Russian Verse, 87-8.
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