| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Saint Sebastian | | By Abraham Yarmolinsky, trans. |
| | Translated in the original metre from the Russian of Valery Bryusov |
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ON slow and smoky fire thou burn’st and art consumèd, | |
| O thou, my soul! | |
| On slow and smoky fire thou burn’st and art consumèd, | |
| With hidden dole. | |
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| Thou droopest like Sebastian, pierced with pointed arrows, | 5 |
| Harassed and spent. | |
| Thou droopest like Sebastian, pierced with pointed arrows, | |
| Thy flesh all rent. | |
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| Thy foes encircle thee and watch with gleeful laughter | |
| And bended bow. | 10 |
| Thy foes encircle thee and watch with gleeful laughter | |
| Thy torments slow. | |
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| The embers burn, and gentle is the arrow’s stinging | |
| ’Neath the evening sky. | |
| The embers burn, and gentle is the arrow’s stinging | 15 |
| When the end draws nigh. | |
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| Why hastens not thy dream unto thy lips now pallid | |
| With deadly drouth? | |
| Why hastens not thy dream unto thy lips now pallid | |
| To kiss thy mouth? | 20 | | |
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