I'm Russian. From K. Balmont Poem by Liza Sud

I'm Russian sluggish speech sophistication,
Before me other poets are forerunners,
I'm the first to find this speech deviations,
its melodious, angry and delicate chiming.

I am - a sudden break,
I am - a playing Thunder,
I am - a clear stream,
I'm - for all and noone.

Oversplash of much-foamed, I'm ripped and I'm solid,
Semi-precious rich stones of original land,
I'm the roll-call of the green month of May in the forest -
I'll see all, will take all, will from others deprive.

Always young, like a dream,
Always strong cause in love
in themselves and in me,
I'm a poem refined.