Dobrynya Nikitich rescues Zabava Putyatishna from the dragon Gorynych.

Eastern Dragons

Far away in the darkness
where the chandelier skies
wash the bones of her enemies
dead white on snow drifts.

I dream of Bogatyr and Cossacks,
things strange, yet somehow familiar,
tongues no Caesar spoke, nor Catullus
strained to hear, the soft buzz of winter.

There across a Tatar plain, some eastern dragon
ventured, and epics speak of foreign men,
Vasily’s and Sven’s and Piotr’s,
with their western prows sewing occidental seeds.

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