Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Poems of Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
|44.||Three Wives Of A Mandarin||4/13/2010|
|45.||To a Poet||1/1/2004|
|46.||To the People Of the Future||1/1/2004|
The Right Way
Birth of the word is by agony molded,
Through earthly life it is quietly going,
It is a stranger, which drinks from the golden
Pitcher the drops of the savages’ mourning.
Go to Nature! The Nature is hostile,
All here is frightening, all is in fullness,
There are the trumpets here, singing the docile
Psalms to the Lord, apathetic and useless.