
Poems by Fyodor Sologub
1893
1895
1896
- I sense no love or mirages...
- And briefly a joy was ignited...
- From moistened clay by God was I created...
«Let vain excitement’s shrine be covered with new grasses. / And let the waxen hand be in the grave forgot. / Naught but confusion will be all my life that passes / With you, it seems, and anguished longing all my lot No, not for those alas I to whom, so undeserving, / I did in jealous car...»
«Wide acres you inherit, / And graveyards populous; / A tameless nomad spirit / Is Beauty’s fate for us. For us a daily treason, / New camp-grounds every day. / The inexorable prison / We cheat, and break away. Trust in each shrouded story. / Each far-off marvel’s prize. / The s...»
«Thy soul, unhearing and unspeaking, / In its dark forest droops to sleep, / Where droves of dark desires are breaking / And through the tangled brushwood sweep. To guide thee where the stars are keeping / My home, I made a flame burn bright; / In empty brake, in forest sleeping, / I sow...»
«Now has the third day’s red sail come / To haven on its westering way; / In the soul — Golgotha, the tomb. / Dispute, and riot, and dismay. And craftily, the cruel night / Stands everywhere on sentinel, / And though the warming sun is bright, / It has not strength the dark to quell....»