Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BORODINO, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "one foot in the stirrup, one hand on the mane" Last Line: Only love turns away from the revelling crowd / to her own on the plain Subject(s): "borodino, Battle Of (1812);russia;russia - Napoleonic War;" Soviet Union;russians | ||||||||
ONE foot in the stirrup, one hand on the mane, One toss of white plumes on the air; Then firm in the saddle, and loosened the rein; And the sword-blade gleams bare! A white face stares up from the dark frozen ground; The prowler will shadow it soon: The dead and the dying lie writhen around, Cold and bright shines the moon! There's laurels and gold for the living and proud: But the ice-wreath of Fame for the slain; Only Love turns away from the revelling crowd To her own on the plain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 259 by LYN HEJINIAN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DIAMOND PERSONA by NORMAN DUBIE IN MEMORIAM: 1933 (7. RUSSIA: ANNO 1905) by CHARLES REZNIKOFF TAKE A LETTER TO DMITRI SHOSTAKOVITCH by CARL SANDBURG READING THE RUSSIANS by RUTH STONE THE SOVIET CIRCUS VISITS HAVANA, 1969 by VIRGIL SUAREZ A PROBLEM IN AESTHETICS by KAREN SWENSON TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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