Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky Poems
|1.||A Gas Butterfly||1/1/2004|
|2.||After The Concert||4/21/2010|
|4.||Among The Worlds||4/23/2012|
|6.||Bow And Strings||1/1/2004|
|10.||I Thought That The Heart...||4/21/2010|
|11.||My Life's Burden...||4/21/2010|
|17.||The Anguish Of A Mirage||4/21/2010|
|18.||The Autumnal Romance||4/21/2010|
|19.||The Bow And The Strings||4/27/2012|
|20.||The Candles Are Brought In||4/21/2010|
|21.||The Old Barrel Organ||4/21/2010|
|22.||The Pine Of Reminiscence||4/21/2010|
|23.||The Spring Romance||4/21/2010|
|24.||To The Poet||4/21/2010|
|26.||You'Re Again With Me||4/21/2010|
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 ...
After The Concert
The blackened skies have reached the garden walk;
Yet my poor heart tonight cannot be not the restless…
The lights that have been failed, the lost of sounds talk,
Are they the remnants of the dream in sadness?
Oh, how sad it was, the satin of her dress,
Her breast was very white, among the straps black fair!
How sorry I was then to see her eyes distressed,
Her hands in snowy gloves, resigned as to a prayer!