Modern Russian Poetry/"Upon the Black Brow of a Cliff"
"UPON THE BLACK BROW OF A CLIFF"
Upon the black brow of a cliff where no life ever stirred
Alighted strong, hoary-winged eagles, grave bird upon
They whetted their claws on the stones, sitting massive
And loudly they called on their lately-fledged comrades
Slow-measured and heavy the beat of their wings on the
Assuageless the rage that tempestuous burned in their eyes.
And each newly-come they acclaimed with the pride of the
"Hail, comrade! Delay not! The days we have longed
for are near."