In the feathergrass steppe
Sources lie buried,
The thirsty sun knows
Life isn't raspberries.
In barren haymeadows
A child tarries,
Walnut crosier
Outstretched, gold-eyed,
The bracing treasure,
Slender, streams.
They bubble deep,
Both song and splashes, -
In the live coppice
An April peal.
More wondrous than God's lightning bolts,
The artesian well fills
The sham spays' dry dugs
With love's hypogean milk.
Artesian Well
Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
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Poem topics: child, god, life, song, sun, deep, milk, treasure, thirsty, gold, live, april, love, I love you, april fools, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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