Fyodor Sologub Away Poems
- 1. Devil's Swing
Over the rushing river
Where shaggy fir-trees stand,
The devil himself is pushing
My swing with furry hand.
... - 2. A Son Was Born To A Poor Peasant
A son was born to a poor peasant.
A foul old woman stepped inside
The hut, with trembling bony fingers
Clawing her tangled locks aside.
... - 3. I Have Enchanted All Of Nature
I have enchanted all of Nature
And forged each moment's quality.
And what a horrifying freedom
I found in such a sorcery!
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