Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
“The Capitals Are Rocked with Thunder”Nikolai Nekrasov (1821–1877)
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Of orators in wordy feuds.
But in the depths of Russia, yonder,
An age-old awful silence broods.
Only the wind in wayside willows,
Coming and going, does not cease;
And corn-stalks touch in curving billows
The earth that cherishes and pillows,
Through endless fields of changeless peace.