Fyodor Sologub Poems
|2.||What Are Our Villages||8/20/2014|
|3.||When I Sailed In A Sea||8/20/2014|
|4.||The Painful Genius, Great Shakespeare||8/20/2014|
|5.||The Sacred World's Unquestioned||8/20/2014|
|6.||Some Wizard, Very Bad And Sly||8/20/2014|
|7.||I Composed These Rhythmical Sounds||8/20/2014|
|8.||His Wines, Feasts And Funs||8/20/2014|
|9.||God Will Doom You||8/20/2014|
|11.||When Heaving On The Stormy Waters||1/1/2004|
|12.||Wine And Joy||1/1/2004|
|13.||A Son Was Born To A Poor Peasant||1/1/2004|
|14.||We Are All Captured Beasts||1/1/2004|
|15.||I Have Enchanted All Of Nature||1/1/2004|
|17.||All The World's Ruled By A Dragon||1/1/2004|
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,
Over the rushing river
Where shaggy fir-trees stand,
The devil himself is pushing
My swing with furry hand.
Pushing, he laughs away,
And up I go,
And down I go,
The seat creaks ominously,