| Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921. | | | | The Holy Rose | | By Vyacheslav Ivanov (b. 1866) |
| | | THE HOLY Rose her leaves will soon unfold. | |
| The tender bud of dawn already lies | |
| Reddening on the wide, transparent skies. | |
| Love’s star is a white sail the still seas hold. | |
| Here, in the light-soaked space above the wold, | 5 |
| Through the descending dew the arches rise | |
| Of the unseen cathedral, filled with cries | |
| From the winged weavers threading it with gold. | |
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| Here on the hill, the cypress, in accord | |
| With me, stands praying: a cowled eremite. | 10 |
| And on the roses’ cheeks the tears fall light. | |
| Upon my cell the patterned rays are poured. | |
| And in the East, the purple vines bleed bright, | |
| And seething, overflow…. Hosannah, Lord! | | | | |
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