Andrei Belyi Poems

The mountains wear wedding wreaths.
I am ecstatic, young.
In my mountains I feel
A cleansing chill.
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The world-gold sunset is ablaze with fire,
Having pierced through with radiant airiness,
above the peaceful cornfield it set fire to crosses
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The sunset pierced through the tops of the trees
with yellow-crimson light.
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Poet, - you are not understood by people.
Your eyes do not shine lightheartedly.
Your eyes are raised to the heavens:
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