Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

(1 September 1855 - 13 December 1909 / Omsk)

Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky Poems

1. Notturno 4/23/2012
2. Sad Country 4/23/2012
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
6. Poppies 4/21/2010
7. The Pine Of Reminiscence 4/21/2010
8. September 4/21/2010
9. Ego 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
19. Two Loves 4/21/2010
20. Children 4/21/2010
21. Poetry (Sonnet) 4/21/2010
22. Amethysts 4/21/2010
23. Among Worlds 1/1/2004
24. Harmony 4/21/2010
25. Bow And Strings 1/1/2004
26. A Gas Butterfly 1/1/2004

Comments about Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

  • Souren Mondal Souren Mondal (9/27/2015 10:22:00 PM)

    Just dicovered this man a few days ago.. Been reading his poems.. I guess the opinions about him would be highly divided.. Hard to say whether he wrote well or was just mediocore...

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Best Poem of Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

A Gas Butterfly

Tell me what's happening to me?
Why is my heart beating so fervently?
why has this madness, like a wave,
Broken through the rock of habit?

Is it my strength or just my torment
I'm too disturbed to tell:
From the shimmering lines of life
I extract a forgotten phrase...

Is it a thief who turns his lantern
Upon the crowd of dreary letters?
I can't help reading the phrase,
But haven't the strength to go back...

It really had to flare up,
But it only harries the darkness;
All night, like a gas-flame butterfly
It trembles, but ...

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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!

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