"Igor Severyanin. Selected Poems " - читать интересную книгу автора

Do not kill yourself, do hang your head,
Rather let your fantasy play.
We will live through these months however we can,
And soon afterwards - there is May!



Brilliant Poem

I do not want to live my life, like all,
Living like squirrels in a hamster wheel,
Walking around in circles, being slaves,
Afraid of storm and of the ocean waves.

I want to live uplifted like an eagle;
I want to live conceited like a Creole;
Smashing, threatening barriers, sliding by
Between the two "forbidden"s intertwined.

I want to live, a wise and brilliant man
Of all his peers a century ahead
And yet in other measures, to exist
A fifty years behind my time at least.

I want to live, as it behooves to live
To him who knows to conjure and conceive
New notes from ancient ones and from the past -
I want to live the way life lives, at last!



Cultivated Lilac Blooming

In violet and purple bloomed the lilac,
The lilac bloomed in pink and white and pale.
We headed toward it on a tortuous trail
Across an ancient fur and furrowed park.

Sea to the left; river ahead, and hills -
Behind; the blooming lilacs on the mounts
Weave from the gentle smell delightful clouds
And breathe the timeless redolence that heals.

The lilac bloomed, and to my love I told:
"If only I could take pen in my hand!"
And she responded sharply in her stead:
"The lilac blooms - large, and like ruby and like gold."

The night is fickle, nervous, luminous.