Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin Spring Poems
- 1. The Sense Of Your Bidding
The sense of your bidding is unclear:
to pray, to curse, is it, to fight
you bid me, inscrutable genius?
The spring slackens, niggard, meager,
... - 2. Fuji In A Saucer: The Poem
Through tannic steam I catch a glimpse of Fuji:
Against a yellow sky volcanic gold
A saucer narrows nature very strangely,
In shallow ripples lovely to behold.
... - 3. May Dew
May dew and haze
I catch in taut canvases.
Stuffed in a costrel tight,
I'll take them home come light.
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