Maximilian Alexandrovich Voloshin Poems

Awash in flowers, colors riot,
Descending slowly from a hill,
She nears and stars…
Who are you?
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As an icon-lamp soft and lambent,
I’ll stay in your hands tonight.
Don’t despair, don’t break me, don’t stumble
Getting down the stony flight.
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Whose the flying hands, about me shedding
Fire, and leading me on passionate ways?
No sonorous stones my feet are treading,
But where vatic waters fill the days.
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