Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov

(28 February 1866 – 16 July 1949 / Moscow)

Poets Of Spirit - Poem by Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov

The snow is clothed in dawn
In the high desert,
We are oaths of Eternity
In the azure of Beauty.

We are splashes of scarlet foam
On the pallor of the seas.
Renounce your earthly chains
To sit among the kings!

Don't imagine we are dissolving in the sky,
Cut off from the earth: -
A holy path leads
Beyond the clouds into dreams.


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  • Rookie - 169 Points Brian Jani (7/12/2014 11:54:00 AM)

    this is an amazing poem which flows perfectly together.keep up the good poetry. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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