The Delight Of The Pagan Hunt Vasily Bargachan Poem by Yuri Starostin

The Delight Of The Pagan Hunt Vasily Bargachan

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Here
Where the stream
Runs in the stones,
Is humming
In the mountains,
Where the elk
Knocks till the blood
The hoofs,
The gun (I talk about this openly)
But for the fun
I tore from the shoulder.
The taiga land
Has not scanty
The know of the measure
The dark ancestor of Barguchan has.
I am from the peaks of the black rocks
Has got the sheep,
Took a musk deer, the fate of an animals I was owned.
But I was not an animal,
As someone was
And I sought
The delight of the pagan hunting,
In the mountains,
Where each chamack knows
Who are you,
And with somewhat you has come
To the foot of the black rocks...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 25 July 2013

A great poem, like it.

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Dave Walker 25 July 2013

A great poem, like it.

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