Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky Poems
|2.||The Autumnal Romance||4/21/2010|
|3.||The Pine Of Reminiscence||4/21/2010|
|4.||The Bow And The Strings||4/27/2012|
|7.||The Anguish Of A Mirage||4/21/2010|
|8.||The Candles Are Brought In||4/21/2010|
|9.||I Thought That The Heart...||4/21/2010|
|13.||My Life's Burden...||4/21/2010|
|14.||After The Concert||4/21/2010|
|15.||The Old Barrel Organ||4/21/2010|
|16.||To The Poet||4/21/2010|
|20.||You'Re Again With Me||4/21/2010|
|21.||A Gas Butterfly||1/1/2004|
|23.||Among The Worlds||4/23/2012|
|24.||Bow And Strings||1/1/2004|
|26.||The Spring Romance||4/21/2010|
Comments about Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
Bow And Strings
What heavy, dark delirium!
What dim and moonlit heights!
To touch the violin for years
And not to know the strings by light!
Who needs us now? And who lit up
Two hollow, melancholy faces...
And suddenly the bow felt
Someone take them up, unite them.
"How long it's been! Amidst this gloom
Just tell me this: are you still the same?"
The strings caressed the bow,
Rang out, caressed it slightly trembling.
"Is it not true, that we will never more
Be parted. It's enough..."
Yes, replied the violin,
But pain ...
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!