Biography of Alexander Shaumyan
Alexander Shaumyan was born in Moscow, Russia, in 1962 and immigrated to the United States in 1975 at the age of 13. He started out as a painter but turned to poetry as a more effective medium for expressing his message. His work appeared in many small presses and online journals. He's also done translations of Russian, German, French, Spanish, and Italian poetry. His translation of Nikolai Gumilev has been published online. His translation of Sergey Esenin's last poem appeared in GLAS, Volume 23-the internationally known journal of new Russian writing, edited by Natasha Perova. His poetry has been taught by Professor Gerald Smith at Oxford University, who teaches modern Russian poetry and émigré Russian literature. In 2002 he self-published three books of poetry: 'Spirit of Rebellion', 'Canzoni dimenticate' and 'Through the Eyes of Love'. He published his fourth book of poetry 'Place Where Light' Is in July,2003. All the four books received excellent reviews from Laurel Johnson of The Midwest Book Review. They appear in the November issue of the MBR Bookwatch.
In 2004 he published two more books of poetry - 'What Is a Poet? ' and 'From Darkness Came'. His seventh book of poetry 'Thinking of Math and Her' came out in 2005. For more poetry visit my website www.shaumyan.com
Alexander Shaumyan's Works:
Spirit of Rebellion,2002
Through the Eyes of Love,2002
Place Where Light Is,2003
What Is a Poet? ,2004
From Darkness Came,2004
Thinking of Math and Her,2005
- Let Us Step Softly -new-
Alexander Shaumyan Poems
God Bless The Freaks
God bless the freaks And the deranged, The ones who are Violent and strange,
What Is A Poet?
What is a poet but a drunken fool- a pitiful being that staggers through local taverns, pathetic and mad, muttering gibberish to the masses,
How Do I Love Thee?
I love you more than all the bull That you'd been telling me, I love you more than all those guys That you had shagged for free,
To The Masters Of Pretentious Verse
Write what you will, But your lines do not impress - Your metaphors, hyperboles And anaphoras do not contribute
Pretty Girls Don'T Take Hallucinogenic S...
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are, Pretty girls are like ether clouds inflating and deflating male egos, Sometimes they give you a real cocaine high, Making you feel like a millionaire executive of General Motors,
Take This Body
Take this body, my love, my body, my love, feel my knees and my arms, feel my fingers on your hair, cold fingers, sad fingers, kiss my mouth, my love,
Feeling spiritually hungry, I stopped by at an Internet writers' joint, Where I was served with
Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love, You're my lovely Kentucky girl.
Down The Rabbit Hole Of Mathematical Unc...
Down the rabbit hole We go and go, Following infinite Decimal rows
I Love You
I love you- Do you remember how it was
Old Poets Drink Café Au Lait
Old poets drink café au lait, While children snicker in the yard, Saying that poetry is gay, Deriding the pretentious bards.
Bleed No More
Bleed no more, bleed no more, my love- Just go in peace towards your destination, For in this life my eyes have seen enough, Enough of broken promises and frustrations.
Place Where Light Is
In these cold rainy nights, In these streets, in these dreams I'll walk in my solitude To a place where light is.
razor-sharp love I want all of you but there just isn't
On This Tranquil Night
On this tranquil night
I imagine you and me,
Rekindling tender memories
Of how it used to be -
Some say the past
Is an illusion,
That the only reality
Is the here and now -