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...
«The wondrous moment of our meeting… / I well remember you appear / Before me like a vision fleeting, / A beauty’s angel pure and clear. In hopeless ennui surrounding / The worldly bustle, to my ear / For long your tender voice kept sounding, / For long in dreams came features dear. ...»
«Ik sloot jou in mijn hart, mijn maat, mijn dolk, / Sinds jaar en dag mijn onderkoelde kameraad, / Gesmeed werd jij door vrijgevochten ruitervolk, / Geslepen door een christenhart vervuld van haat. Door lelieblanke hand wist jij jouw heft omvat, / Als aandenken aan wat — aan wíe — ik ac...»
«I knew you were dreaming of me, / that’s why I couldn’t get to sleep. / The murky lamp hazed blue / and showed me the road. You saw the Tsaritsa’s garden, / the intricate white palace, / the black tracery of the fences / by the echoing stone steps. You walked, not knowing the wa...»
«I will return as grass in spring, / I'll try to reach you, germinating, / As buds reach forward to the green / When they are waiting to awaken. To start the blossoming anew / One morning, secretly and shyly, / Already sparkling with the dew, / That dries away if sun is shining. The sun...»