Bunin Poems - Poems about Bunin

...There will be day I disappear All be the same in empty room A table and, of course, a chair And simple icon I resume. And butterfly in coloured silk will fly under the ceiling blue to flit to......

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...Above my head there is grey sky, The wood that's bare without its cover, Below in glade lemon leaves lie in darkening dirt in lonely hour. Cold noise is spreading out above, Below is silence ......

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...There's wind and there's rain and there's mist above desert waters of cold, Here life's dead to spring, it's not pleased, to spring, wealth of gardens is sold. I'm alone in my bower, it's dark, ......

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...(A river ‘wave’ for the Laureate of Literature Ivan Bunin 1870-1953) By Fatmir Terziu The stars leave slowly, Leave and are faced with the ‘polluted’ air, Leave, just as all leaves decompose, ......

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