Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov Poems

Fine is the wine that is in love with us,
The goodly bread we wait for from the oven,
And woman whom we have possessed, at last,
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A queer and fearful question is tight,
Oppresses my soul and tosses:
CanA queer and fearful question is tight,
Oppresses my soul and tosses:
Can one be alive if Atreus has died - one be alive if Atreus has died -
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There's Prince Diego, falling in a love,
He dozed and he laid his head midst table's stuff,
He lost his goblet, cast from silver's milk,
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In far waters of Arctic and South
On the curves of the malachite ripples,
Among reefs of bright pearls and gray basalt,
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My old good friend, my faithful Demon,
Had sung the little song to me:
All night of hell the sailor sailed on,
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Conquistador, set in the iron armor,
I gaily follow the outgoing star,
I go over precipices, harbors
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He did not lie - the ghost, so sad and thoughtful,
That from a star took his name by a chance,
When he had said, "Don't fear the Lord", to us,
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My own dream is lofty, simple thing:
To seize the oar, put feet into the stirrups,
And to deceive the time, that slow tries to stir us,
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By the hut, left by people and heaven,
Where the fence's black remnants are steeping,
The ragged beggar and black old raven,
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I'm in the days' embracing limits,
Where even skies are ever gray,
Look through the ages, live in minutes,
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