Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

(1 September 1855 - 13 December 1909 / Omsk)

Sad Country - Poem by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

Sad and made of copper
The symbol we are wed,
Even our comedies
End a little sadly….
Our joyful neighbors
Wear their infernal
Hirsute fur coats….
And that only… banal
Are our mangy bears
With prey trembling
In blood-covered lips.

For what purpose, when dreams betray,
That words brim over with delusions?
For what purpose, on a forgotten grave,
Grass grows greener and emits a noise?

For what purpose these lunar heights,
If my garden is silent and dark?
And the tails of her plaits are untied,
And I hear their breath... for what?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012

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