Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev Poems
|44.||Three Wives Of A Mandarin||4/13/2010|
|45.||To A Poet||1/1/2004|
|46.||To The People Of The Future||1/1/2004|
It Was Not Once
It was not only once, it will go this way,
In our fight, which is deaf and destroying:
As it happened before, you rebuffed me today –
To return, like a slave, by the morning.
Therefore, don’t be stressed, my inimical friend,
My friend - enemy, caught by black laces,
If the moans of love will be moans of pain
And the kisses will leave bloody traces.
The Sixth Sense
Fine is the wine that is in love with us,
The goodly bread we wait for from the oven,
And woman whom we have possessed, at last,
After we've suffered under yoke her own.
But what to do if a red sunset freezes
Above a sky that's drowning in cold,
Where there is silence and unearthly peace,
What can one do with the immortal ode?