Poems by Nikolay Tikhonov
1919
1921
- Fire and rope, bullet and axe...
- Our rooms are turned to rolling wagons...
- We have unlearned how to give alms, forgotten...
«In the lifetime of many days, / I hold in mind the days of ‘solstice’, / And every one was in his way, / And every — midst themselves not noticed. And, link by link, the whole chain / Was self-assembled by collecting / Just those days, exclusive, when / We dream that time is sto...»
«All is lost, I’m a beast in a pen. / There are people and freedom outside, / But the hunters are already at hand / And I haven’t a way to take flight. The bank of a pond... woods at night / And the trunk of the pine lying bare. / I am trapped and cut off on each side. / Come what co...»
«Lost, like beast incarcerated. / Somewhere – people, freedom, light; / Chase’s clamour – I’ve been baited, / I cannot escape my plight. Murky forest, stagnant water, / And a log of fallen fir, / No escape, it doesn’t matter. / What’s predestined will occur. Am I really so p...»
«The noise subsides. I walk onto the stage. / I listen closely to the echo of the hum / And leaning on the doorway, try to gauge / Just what will happen in the age to come. In gloom of night, the theater glasses gather / In thousands and focus on the play. / If only you are willing, Abba F...»