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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONGS OF THE RUSSIAN PEOPLE: 3, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "misty is the sunlight, misty" Last Line: And coffin boards my bosom white conceal Subject(s): Russia; Soviet Union;russians | |||
MISTY is the sunlight, misty; None the sun can see. Mournful is the maiden, mournful: None her grief can tell. Not her father dear, nor her mother dear, Nor her sister dear, dovelet white. Mournful is the maiden, mournful. "Canst not thou find a solace for thy woe? Canst not thou thy dear friend forget? Neither by day nor yet by night, Neither at dawn nor by the evening glow?" Thus did the maiden in her grief reply, -- "Then only my dear love will I forget, When my swift feet shall under me give way, And to my side my hands fall helplessly; What time my eyes are filled with dust, And coffin boards my bosom white conceal." | 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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