Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

(1 September 1855 - 13 December 1909 / Omsk)

Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky Poems

1. A Gas Butterfly 1/1/2004
2. After The Concert 4/21/2010
3. Amethysts 4/21/2010
4. Among The Worlds 4/23/2012
5. Among Worlds 1/1/2004
6. Bow And Strings 1/1/2004
7. Children 4/21/2010
8. Ego 4/21/2010
9. Harmony 4/21/2010
10. I Thought That The Heart... 4/21/2010
11. My Life's Burden... 4/21/2010
12. Notturno 4/23/2012
13. Poetry (Sonnet) 4/21/2010
14. Poppies 4/21/2010
15. Sad Country 4/23/2012
16. September 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
25. Two Loves 4/21/2010
26. You'Re Again With Me 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky


In midst of waves, there are the silver beads
And scraped by time paints of the white enamel …
I so like the morns which autumn breeds,
For their caress, so short and so gentle.

And I do like the foam on the shore,
When it again is whitening in mire,
And, greedy, I am hiding here a store
Of hazy days, while skies are full of fire.

But somewhere there, they’re roaming in flame,
The same ones as I am, without name and number,
And somebody’s young being – just the same –
Instead of me, is ceasing in sad amber.

Read the full of Harmony

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!

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