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A Poem by Ivan Bunin : Midnight

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November. Midnight damp. Chalk-white beneath
The moon the village lies, by the oppressive
Hush overcome. The tide sweeps in, impassive,
Its voice all deep solemnity and breadth.

The port flag, soaked, droops on its slender mast.
Just o’er the mast, above the mass of hazy
Clouds torn in parts and running swiftly east,
The disc of moon glides, strangely white and glassy.

I reach the steps. Mysterious the light
And duller here, the tide’s voice fiercer, louder.
The bathhouse piles, defenseless, heave and shudder.

Far out – a grey abyss. No sea in sight.
Below, amid the foam that seethes and hisses,
Like seals wet by the surf the boulders glisten.

Ivan Bunin

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