Biography of Anthony Davydov
Studied in the Art School from the age of 4.
Won several prizes as young reciter and actor.
Plays the flute, guitar, bass and harp.
Learns English and French. Also, a bit of German and Hebrew.
Hobby: to start doing things.
Translates poems from Russian into English since 2010.
Anthony Davydov Poems
''Tis A Big Deal...'
'Tis a big deal to smile, When th'best things are gone, And only th'worst ones stay for a while In pointless life without fun.
No, i'm not yours! For me your aims are foreign. For me is strange your uninspired shout. But in the croud, in the circle solemn, I'd go to your chalice, no doubt.
'Don'T Spare Me A Lot Of Time...'
Don't spare me a lot of time, Don't ask about affairs. By kind and obedient eyes Don't touch my arms with caress.
To express my happy mood I haven't found any good, Optimistic rhimes on 'weather' For example, 'there' or 'leather'.
'When You Are Cornered And Depressed...'
When you are cornered and depressed By people, dues or anguish. When, undetneath the coffin desk, All that inspired you, perished;
Here they are - pale sounds Of primeval montane grounds... Young lady's hands which are pale, Pale, forgotten tales...
Static evening, book in hands And clock, which counts time. On my knees I see the stanza, Just four the other's lines.
Sonor Plays (Several)
I'd like to tell you, guy About the sound 'ai'. So, once upon a times There was a kingHe ruled the rhimes.
In the desert, dry and stingy, On the ground, fried for days, Upas, fearsome and stinky, Stands and dies along in space.
Here they are - pale sounds
Of primeval montane grounds...
Young lady's hands which are pale,
Pale, forgotten tales...
She Slowly went from the vesper,
Full of the last day's ideas...
Near the evening belfry
White towers turned into tears...