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...
At the Feast
There's Prince Diego, falling in a love,
He dozed and he laid his head midst table's stuff,
He lost his goblet, cast from silver's milk,
And freed his jacket of a crimson silk.
And he is seeing the transparent stream,
And on the stream - the boat white as steam,
In which the trip, a lot of time ago,
His bride and he had had to undergo.