| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | With the Wind | | By Konstantin Balmont |
| | Translated from the Russian by Edith Chapman Tracy
MY soul is borne out on the wind. | |
| Through the opaqueness of her earthly case she glitters like a sword. | |
| She is free; she rides her body as the whirlwind the storm. | |
| She is free from the death of the flesh. | |
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| Her passage is brief as the lightning, | 5 |
| As the flash of the outgoing sea-gull, | |
| Or the slipping frigate! | |
| She is the juggler who raises the dead, | |
| With whom the spirits speak. | |
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| The soul is beautiful! Proud in her beauty she laughs at life | 10 |
| And drinks deep of the day. | |
| And she casts herself on the wing of the wind, | |
| Breasting the uppermost height. | | | | |
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