The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-08-18
A NIGHTMARE FoR THE czAR

Maxine Gorky, the young Russian poet of the vaga-
bond the Droearat the worshipper the
shrine of Nietzsche and his ideal "Over4Ian
Of his sudden popularity his personality The OF
a poor upholserer Gorky rather Ales5sey MaxmoYch
Peshkoy thrown upon his resources at the age Of
nine then has experienced wide range Of hui
emotions struggles. deprayity and misery. Shoe
krass and appeeddler kon-painer dock-hand rail
road workman cracknelbaker tramp future uni
author had thousand and similar occupations
had made than attempt take his own
life He has thus far written three volumes of short
stories and two novels 'FOma Gordeyex" and "Troye"
(Three) The Song of the Storm Petrol" Gorkys latest
piece work younger sister poem TO "The Song Of
the Falcon both of which embody the authors philosophy
Of life This Homeric piece poetry prose was in
spred by the recent student storms Russia;
impression when appeared Zhizn was so strong
that the Russian eensors Immediately suppressed the fur
ter publication of that magazine.
This is the suppressed Song of the Petrol: The
wind is gathering the clouds the gray expanse of the
Between the clouds and rushes proudly the
Storm Petrol like to black lightning.
Now whiskng the waves with his wing now darting up
towards the clouds he screas-and the clouds hear joy
in the bold screaming the bird
In the screaming IS thirst for sormi The power Of
wrath the flame of passion and the confidence of victory
hear the clouds in this screaming of the petrol
The sea-gulls moan before the storm-moan and toss
themselves above the ready TO hide in the
bottom their fright at the coming of the storm.
And the plungeons. too are moaning TO them the
pleasure of the battle life unattanable the thunder
Of the tempest terrifes them
The stupid Penguin is tidy hiding fat body in the
cliffs
The proud stormpetreI alone is soaring boldly and
freely over the foaming. gray sea.
Ever darker and lower descend the clouds upon the
and the sing and to mountainous heights
TO meet the thunder.
The thunder peals. The waves moan in the foam Of
wrath hercey quarelng with the wind Now the wind
clasps masses Of waves in powerful embrace and in wild
fury filings them with all IFS might upon the cliffs thus
breaking to water dust the emerald piles.
The storm petrol Ike to black lightning scars hither
and thither screaming piercing the clouds like an arrow
tearing OF the foam OF the with his wing
Then he scars like "a demon-the naughty black
Demon OF the Storm-aad he laughs and he sobs
lie laughs az the clouds. he sobs for joy,
In the rage of the thunder the sharp hearing Demon
has long heard fatigue he Is certain that the clouds VIII
not hide the sumo they VIII nor hide it,
The wind howIs The thunder neais
Bands Of waves blaze the abyss OF the sea in blue
flame. The catches the arrows Of the lsbtunz ana
eytnguishes them in the gulf IN predictions Of these
hghtnings hover the HEe serpents of IRE and
disappear
The storm, Soon the storm WIN be here.
The bold petrol is soaring proudly among the rrht.
nings oye- the angry roaring prophet Of victory
is screaming:
Let the storm DE mighyiert"