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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RUSSIAN SPRING, by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In the valley the birches are bored | |||
In the valley the birches are bored. On the meadows, fog billows and weighs. Sodden, with horse-dung floored, The highroad blackens in haze. Rich on the steppe's sleepy air, The odor of freshly-baked bread. Bent to their packs, slowly fare Two beggars to look for a bed. Round puddles gleam in the streets. The fumes of the ovens stun. Thawing, the bleak earthen seats Smolder and steam in the sun. By the corn-bin, dragging his chain, The sheep-dog yawns on the sill. Walls smoke with the charcoal stain. The steppe is foggy and still. The carefree cock will perform Day-long for the sap-stirred earth. In the fields it is drowsy and warm. In the heart - indolent mirth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN AN EMPTY HOUSE by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN THE GOD OF NOON by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN IT WAS NEAR MIDNIGHT by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN HIGH UP ON A SNOWY PEAK by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN GRAVE OF RACHEL by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN ENDLESS DOWNPOUR by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |
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