Benedikt Livshits

Benedikt Livshits Poems

Roses in silken bouillon:
Opening onto the azure silk
A line of cabins on a yellow bed -
Shells of Aphrodite.
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Hooves in the air, and the arch
Of a scarletstoned throat,
And the fatal firepool
Of buildings drugged on sunset:
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Benedikt Livshits Biography

Benedikt Konstantinovich Livshits (December 24, 1886 (Old Style)/January 6, 1887 (New Style) — May 15, 1939) was a poet and writer of the Silver Age of Russian Poetry. Benedikt was born to a Jewish family in Odessa. He studied Law at Novorossia University there, then transferred to Kiev University, where he graduated in 1912. He was then conscripted to the Russian army and served in the 88th Infantry Regiment. In 1914 he was conscripted again and served in the infantry during World War I, being awarded the Cross of St. George. His first poetry was published in the Anthology of Modern Poetry (Kiev) in 1909. In 1910 he worked for Sergei Makovsky's symbolist art magazine Apollon. Together with Wladimir Burliuk, David Burliuk, Vladimir Mayakovsky, Vasily Kamensky, and Alexandra Exter he was a member of the Futurist group Hylaea (Russian Gilea). In 1933 he published a book of memoirs, The One and half-eyed Strelets, that is considered one of the best histories of Russian Futurism. In 1934 he published a large book of translations from French poetry, From Romantics to Surrealism. In 1939 during the Great Purge he was arrested and executed as an enemy of the people.)

The Best Poem Of Benedikt Livshits

Kuokkala

Roses in silken bouillon:
Opening onto the azure silk
A line of cabins on a yellow bed -
Shells of Aphrodite.

Who wouldn't feel the heat,
Or drink golden grog,
If the bulldog of tango
Were to spray its orange spit?

A lily-white Anglosaxon
with a straw-hat raquet catches
A blot-turned-comet -
A dog's dance! Blot tennis!

Seething foam, pods of boats
Snaking sunny rapiers -
And a swollen satyr
Points his kodak at the water.

Only you with a childish smile,
Standing in the hot stern,
Search for the fan of Sestroretsk
In the pale bronze smoke.

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