Valery Yaklovich Bryusov Poems

Pale youth with burning gaze,
I give you three commandments now:
Follow the first: don't live by the present,
The future is a poet's only place.
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It's all so familiar and clear,
My eye's accustomed to every turn;
I'm not mistaken- I'm at home;
The wallpaper flowers, the chains of books...
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The shadow of uncreated creatures
Flickers in sleep,
Like palm fronds
On an enamel wall.
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Electric moons glow
On long bent stalks
The telegraph wires hum
In gentle unseen hands;
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On slow and smoky fire thou burn'st and art consumed,
O thou, my soul!
On slow and smoky fire thou burn'st and art consumed,

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