Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov
Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov Poems
|1.||The Sixth Sense||8/7/2015|
|3.||At the Feast||6/15/2016|
|5.||The Clever Demon||6/15/2016|
|7.||The Descendents Of Cain||6/15/2016|
|12.||The Gates of Paradise||6/15/2016|
|13.||It Was Not Once||6/15/2016|
|14.||'Like Undistinguishable Horses'||6/15/2016|
|16.||'Oh, How Silent Is the Nature'||6/15/2016|
|17.||'Only Serpents Let Their...'||6/15/2016|
|18.||The Other One||6/15/2016|
|20.||Reader Of Books||6/15/2016|
|23.||The Sixth Sense||6/15/2016|
|25.||To the People Of the Future||6/15/2016|
|26.||To the People Of the Present||6/15/2016|
|27.||To a Poet||6/15/2016|
|29.||'Under Poet's Fingers...'||6/15/2016|
Comments about Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov
A queer and fearful question is tight,
Oppresses my soul and tosses:
Can one be alive if Atreus has died -
Has died on a bed of roses.
All that we dreamed of and everywhere praised,
All our longing and fear -
Were fully reflected in those calm eyes,
As were in a glass of a tear.
Ineffable power dwelt in his hands,
A saga of feet was retold;
A beautiful cloud he was for his land
Mycenae - the country of gold.
What am I? A fragment of ancient dread,
A javelin, fallen on earth -
Atreus, the leader of nations, is dead, -
But I have been...
In far waters of Arctic and South
On the curves of the malachite ripples,
Among reefs of bright pearls and gray basalt,
Rustle sails of impetuous ships.
The swift-winged, they are lead by the captains,
Who discover new waters and lands,
Who don't fear for fury of tempests,
Strength of maelstroms and plots of banks' sands.