Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov

(28 February 1866 – 16 July 1949 / Moscow)

Clothed In Beauty - Poem by Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov

As if chiseled, a fruit-laden branch
Hangs in my garden, asleep - so low...
The trees sleep - and dream? - in moonlight;
And the mystery of their life is near, near...

Even if we cannot grasp it,
The mute language is still intelligible:
They use our beauty to express
How we are one amidst rays and spots of light.

And the tremor of any life's creation
Reveals itself in a lovely form;
And the variance of different things is sweetened
By shared beauty. Multiply it!

And the world will be like this unstirring garden,
Where everything heeds a harmonious silence:
Both stem and flower yield to the dear Earth;
Both flower and stem listen to the Moon.


Comments about Clothed In Beauty by Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov

  • Gold Star - 13,402 Points Terry Craddock (11/9/2014 7:51:00 PM)

    Clothed In Beauty by Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov expresses a love and deep appreciation for the diverse beauty of nature which I love and echo. The exquisite precision of the first stanza is dazzling. how wonderful to have written the exceptional lines

    As if chiseled, a fruit-laden branch
    Hangs in my garden, asleep - so low...
    The trees sleep - and dream? - in moonlight;
    And the mystery of their life is near, near... (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,937 Points Elena Sandu (5/5/2013 12:31:00 AM)

    Profoundly deep, thank you for posting this, I really feel very lucky for finding this poet. I shall read all I can find of him. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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