| Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921. | | | | Nomads of Beauty | | By Vyacheslav Ivanov (b. 1866) |
| | | | You are artists, Nomads of Beauty. |
| Flamings. |
FOR youancestral acres, | |
| And, choked, the graveyard waits. | |
| For us, the free forsakers, | |
| The camp that Beauty fates. | |
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| For usthe daily treason, | 5 |
| The tents we daily flee, | |
| Mocked by each dawning season | |
| Of our captivity. | |
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| Believe the dimmer distance, | |
| All curtains: magic veils, | 10 |
| All Springtides green persistence, | |
| Whole heavens vasty gales! | |
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| Oh, vagrant artists, shepherd | |
| Your droves of dreams unbound; | |
| And sow, although you jeopard | 15 |
| The soon-abandoned ground. | |
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| And from your open spaces | |
| Rush down, a whirling horde, | |
| Where slaves tamed to the traces | |
| Adore their overlord. | 20 |
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| Trample their Edens, plow them, | |
| Oh, Attila, with scars. | |
| And growto Beauty vow them | |
| Your steppe flowers like stars. | | | | |
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