Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky Poems
|3.||The Bow And The Strings||4/27/2012|
|4.||The Autumnal Romance||4/21/2010|
|5.||The Candles Are Brought In||4/21/2010|
|7.||The Pine Of Reminiscence||4/21/2010|
|10.||The Old Barrel Organ||4/21/2010|
|11.||The Anguish Of A Mirage||4/21/2010|
|12.||Among The Worlds||4/23/2012|
|13.||The Spring Romance||4/21/2010|
|14.||I Thought That The Heart...||4/21/2010|
|15.||After The Concert||4/21/2010|
|16.||You'Re Again With Me||4/21/2010|
|17.||My Life's Burden...||4/21/2010|
|18.||To The Poet||4/21/2010|
|25.||Bow And Strings||1/1/2004|
|26.||A Gas Butterfly||1/1/2004|
Comments about Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
My eyes forgot the heavens’ blue,
To them the sun’s dust is not gold,
But I live just one substance through,
That’s to the amethyst’s planes owned.
‘Cause that that, drunker than young spring
And troubling stronger than idea,
The lilac fires have to sing
And coldly play with colors here.
And for the heart with pain and shame,
A dream comes, tender and deceiving:
As a crystal in the candles’ flame,
To stay in cold of lilac singing.
After The Concert
The blackened skies have reached the garden walk;
Yet my poor heart tonight cannot be not the restless…
The lights that have been failed, the lost of sounds talk,
Are they the remnants of the dream in sadness?
Oh, how sad it was, the satin of her dress,
Her breast was very white, among the straps black fair!
How sorry I was then to see her eyes distressed,
Her hands in snowy gloves, resigned as to a prayer!