Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilev


Shame - Poem by Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilev

May be, in my previous a-being,
I’ve cut the throats of my Mom and Dad,
If in this one – Lord of all the living! --
I have been doomed to suffering like that.

If I call for dogs of mine, aloud,
Or just try my own horse to see,
Not obeying all my signs and shouts,
They would promptly run away from me.

If I come to the enchanting foam
Of my native and well-known sea,
Then the sea would blacken from the woe
And fast go back, away from me.

My day looks like looks a man extinguished,
And my work – like somebody’s else strife,
Mine – is only pine of undistinguished,
Non-platonic and unworthy love.

Let the deathly languor be in action,
I’ll not stop to wait the time, when
In my future version of creation,
I’ll become a gallant knight again.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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