Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin

(1872 - 1936 / Russia)

Artesian Well - Poem by Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin

In the feathergrass steppe
Sources lie buried,
The thirsty sun knows
Life isn't raspberries.

In barren haymeadows
A child tarries,
Walnut crosier
Outstretched, gold-eyed,
The bracing treasure,
Slender, streams.

They bubble deep,
Both song and splashes, -
In the live coppice
An April peal.

More wondrous than God's lightning bolts,
The artesian well fills
The sham spays' dry dugs
With love's hypogean milk.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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