| Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921. | | | | Stigmata | | By Maximilian Voloshin (b. 1877) |
| | | WHOSE the flying hands, about me shedding | |
| Fire, and leading me on passionate ways? | |
| No sonorous stones my feet are treading, | |
| But where vatic waters fill the days. | |
| Piercing through the spirit, sharp pilasters | 5 |
| Rise, and candle sting the dark like bees. | |
| Oh, the hearts that bloom like crimson asters, | |
| Petalled with gold-bladed ecstasies. | |
| Now the evening on the temple flinging | |
| Patterned, carven crimson, shines and mourns. | 10 |
| Oh, the pale brow to the altar clinging, | |
| Stung anew with stinging scarlet thorns! | |
| The whole soul, high vaults and portals glowing, | |
| Fear like incense swathes with dim blue bands: | |
| Ah, I know you, sacred corals, growing | 15 |
| On the pierced palms of these outstretched hands. | | | | |
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