Zinaida Nikolayevna Gippius Poems

The vomit of the war - the feast of the October!
From all this wine, that desperately stinks,
Oh, how loathsome was later your hangover,
My country, sunk in poverty and sins!
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I hate to submit to the people's desire.
Who likes a yoke of a slave?
Trough whole our life we're in permanent trial,
After - we lay in a grave.
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I look at a sea - the greedy one and fervent,
Chained to the earth, on the depleted shore…
Stand by a gulf - over the endless heavens,
And could not fly to azure, as before.
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He took pine of the earthly road -
First and unique one since;
Washed legs of them whoever roam -
The Servant and the Prince.
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Like winds of seas, you toss the shutters,
Like winds of deserts, you sing : 'Behold!
You're mine for ever! I'm ancient Clutter,
Your old, good fellow, - unlock your hold!'
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A wave boils with its foam, freezing,
And dissipates - just only once,
A heart could not to live with treason.
No treason! Love is one for us!
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To V.Zlobin
I roar - a dying lion...
D' you see all this, my God!
Between machine's teeth iron,
My flesh is being deformed.
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