Fyodor Sologub was a Russian Symbolist poet, novelist, playwright and essayist. He was the first writer to introduce the morbid, pessimistic elements characteristic of European fin de siècle literature and philosophy into Russian prose.
Sologub was born in St. Petersburg into the family of a poor tailor, Kuzma Afanasyevich Teternikov, who had been a serf in Poltava guberniya, the illegitimate son of a local landowner. His father died of tuberculosis in 1867, and his illiterate mother was forced to become a servant in the home of the aristocratic Agapov family, where Sologub and his younger sister Olga grew up. Seeing how difficult his mother's life was, ... more »
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Fyodor Sologub Poems
All The World's Ruled By A Dragon
All the world's ruled by the Dragon - Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse. Let me praise him with a humble, Daring and ironic curse:
I Have Enchanted All Of Nature
I have enchanted all of Nature And forged each moment's quality. And what a horrifying freedom I found in such a sorcery!
We Are All Captured Beasts
We are all captured beasts, And we howl - as we might. We can't open the doors, For the doors are locked tight.
Over the rushing river Where shaggy fir-trees stand, The devil himself is pushing My swing with furry hand.
A Son Was Born To A Poor Peasant
A son was born to a poor peasant. A foul old woman stepped inside The hut, with trembling bony fingers Clawing her tangled locks aside.
Wine And Joy
Wine and joy are completely forgotten, As well as his armor and sword. Alone he descends in the rotten Mysterious dungeon. The door
When Heaving On The Stormy Waters
When, heaving on the stormy waters, I felt my ship beneath to sink, I prayed, "Oh, Father Satan, save me, Forgive me at death's utter brink!
His Wines, Feasts And Funs
His wines, feasts and funs are forgotten, His sword and his armour are left, He, single, descends into rotten A dungeon, without a lamp.
I Composed These Rhythmical Sounds
I composed these rhythmical sounds To make lesser the thrust of my soul, And to draw the heart's endless wounds, In the sea where the silver strings roll,
Some Wizard, Very Bad And Sly
Some wizard, very bad and sly, Had separated mind my own, From real nature my - And that is why I cry and moan.
The Sacred World's Unquestioned
The sacred world's unquestioned Pharaoh - I filled it with my spirit's breath And shall not ever have a hero Nor in the heavens nor on earth.
The Painful Genius, Great Shakespeare
The painful genius, great Shakespeare, You never trusted in deceitful tales - In all your Hamlets, Calibans, Macbeths, And lighted inside me the fire, I'm to bear.
When I Sailed In A Sea
When I sailed in a sea of tempests, And when my ship sunk into sea, I wildly cried: "My friend, the best one, My dear Devil, pray, help me!
What Are Our Villages
What are our villages, destitute, Or the whole of time and of space? Father's mansions exist in a multitude, - We don't know their name, and their place.
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All The World's Ruled By A Dragon
All the world's ruled by the Dragon -
Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse.
Let me praise him with a humble,
Daring and ironic curse:
You, destruction-bringer, ordered
The damp swamps to show your power;
You brought forth the trees and grasses
Growing into leaves and flowers.
All things flying, all things crawling
You made - though their time is brief.
Those aware and those ambitious
You doomed to the harshest life.
You moved and clouds started floating . . .
You chased winds along the land,
So your kisses, deadly scorching,