Fyodor Sologub Poems
|2.||What Are Our Villages||8/20/2014|
|3.||When I Sailed In A Sea||8/20/2014|
|4.||The Sacred World's Unquestioned||8/20/2014|
|5.||Some Wizard, Very Bad And Sly||8/20/2014|
|6.||I Composed These Rhythmical Sounds||8/20/2014|
|7.||His Wines, Feasts And Funs||8/20/2014|
|8.||God Will Doom You||8/20/2014|
|10.||The Painful Genius, Great Shakespeare||8/20/2014|
|11.||When Heaving On The Stormy Waters||1/1/2004|
|12.||Wine And Joy||1/1/2004|
|13.||A Son Was Born To A Poor Peasant||1/1/2004|
|15.||We Are All Captured Beasts||1/1/2004|
|16.||I Have Enchanted All Of Nature||1/1/2004|
|17.||All The World's Ruled By A Dragon||1/1/2004|
All The World's Ruled By A Dragon
All the world's ruled by the Dragon -
Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse.
Let me praise him with a humble,
Daring and ironic curse:
You, destruction-bringer, ordered
The damp swamps to show your power;
You brought forth the trees and grasses
Growing into leaves and flowers.
All things flying, all things crawling
You made - though their time is brief.
Those aware and those ambitious
You doomed to the harshest life.
You moved and clouds started floating . . .
You chased winds along the land,
So your kisses, deadly scorching,
Wine And Joy
Wine and joy are completely forgotten,
As well as his armor and sword.
Alone he descends in the rotten
Mysterious dungeon. The door
Is squeaking with long drawn sound
For no one has entered inside.
The dark and the damp reign around.
The window is narrow and high.