By Mary Watts

I.

1.

My flowery blues; my blossom-filled ways—

What?

Now, they form Russian brides’ bouquets?

2.

Dudinskaia, you danced higher!

How your love has lessened mine!

3.

Now, the only gleam, in my life,

Is a sparkling tad of wine.

White delphinium; blue delphinium—

Where is Mount Vernon, now?

In Moscow, in Moscow,

In Moscow, in Moscow—

Therefor the Volga’s bow!

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