Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet Poems
- Never I wake. Yes, it's a coffin lid.-With effort I reach my...
- I Have Come To You Delighted I have come to you, ...
- The September Rose To sighs of morning air, that ...
- Nightingales, A Sigh, A Whispe... Nightingales, a sigh, a ...
- When You Were Reading Those To...
- With One Firm Thrust With one firm thrust to force the boat ...
- Upon A Haystack On A Southern ... Upon a haystack in lands ...
Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet, later changed his name to Shenshin was a Russian poet regarded as one of the finest lyricists in Russian literature.
The circumstances of Afanasy Fet's birth have been the subject of controversy, and some uncertainties still remain. Even the exact date is unknown and has been cited as either October 29 (old style), or November 23 or 29, 1820.
Brief biographies usually maintain that Fet was the son of the Russian landlord Shenshin and a German woman named Charlotta Becker, an that at the age of 14 he had to change his surname from his father's to that of Fet, because the marriage of Shenshin and Becker, ... more »
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I wake. Yes, it's a coffin lid.-With effort
I reach my hands out and I call
For help. Yes, I recall the tortures
Of dying.-Yes, this is no dream!-
And without effort, like a spider web
I push aside my casket's rotting wood
And stand. How bright the winter light appears
In the crypt's doorway! Can I doubt it?-
I see the snow. The crypt's without a door.
It's time to head for home. How stunned they'll be!
I know this park, I cannot lose my way.
But oh how different it looks now!
I hurry. Snowdrifts. Frigid boughs
Of dead trees poke deep into the ...