Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky Poems
|3.||The Bow And The Strings||4/27/2012|
|4.||The Autumnal Romance||4/21/2010|
|5.||The Candles Are Brought In||4/21/2010|
|7.||The Pine Of Reminiscence||4/21/2010|
|10.||The Old Barrel Organ||4/21/2010|
|11.||The Anguish Of A Mirage||4/21/2010|
|12.||Among The Worlds||4/23/2012|
|13.||The Spring Romance||4/21/2010|
|14.||I Thought That The Heart...||4/21/2010|
|15.||After The Concert||4/21/2010|
|16.||You'Re Again With Me||4/21/2010|
|17.||My Life's Burden...||4/21/2010|
|18.||To The Poet||4/21/2010|
|25.||Bow And Strings||1/1/2004|
|26.||A Gas Butterfly||1/1/2004|
A Gas Butterfly
Tell me what's happening to me?
Why is my heart beating so fervently?
why has this madness, like a wave,
Broken through the rock of habit?
Is it my strength or just my torment
I'm too disturbed to tell:
From the shimmering lines of life
I extract a forgotten phrase...
Is it a thief who turns his lantern
Upon the crowd of dreary letters?
I can't help reading the phrase,
But haven't the strength to go back...
It really had to flare up,
But it only harries the darkness;
All night, like a gas-flame butterfly
It trembles, but ...
My Life's Burden...
My life’s burden’s for me light and shone,
I won’t you to be baffled or wound;
And not God, who had thought on a stone –
I do pity the stone he’s found.
I do pity the violet, faded -
Just in vain – just forgot among pages,
And the mist, by which glass has been laden,
Then – dissolved by hot tears for ages.