Amelia Josephine Burr (Амелия Джозефина Берр)

Typhoon

We shall not shiver as we vainly try
To stir cold ashes once again to fire,
Nor bury a dead passion, you and I.
The wind that weds a moment sea and sky
In one exultant storm and passes by,
Was our desire.

1. Holy Russia
2. Red Cross Work
3. Невеликий поэт • A Minor Poet

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