Anthony Davydov

Anthony Davydov Poems

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In the desert, dry and stingy,
On the ground, fried for days,
Upas, fearsome and stinky,
Stands and dies along in space.
...

I'd like to tell you, guy
About the sound 'ai'.
So, once upon a times
There was a kingHe ruled the rhimes.
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Static evening, book in hands
And clock, which counts time.
On my knees I see the stanza,
Just four the other's lines.
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Here they are - pale sounds
Of primeval montane grounds...
Young lady's hands which are pale,
Pale, forgotten tales...
...

When you are cornered and depressed
By people, dues or anguish.
When, undetneath the coffin desk,
All that inspired you, perished;
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To express my happy mood
I haven't found any good,
Optimistic rhimes on 'weather'
For example, 'there' or 'leather'.
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Don't spare me a lot of time,
Don't ask about affairs.
By kind and obedient eyes
Don't touch my arms with caress.
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No, i'm not yours! For me your aims are foreign.
For me is strange your uninspired shout.
But in the croud, in the circle solemn,
I'd go to your chalice, no doubt.
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'Tis a big deal to smile,
When th'best things are gone,
And only th'worst ones stay for a while
In pointless life without fun.
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Anthony Davydov Biography

Studied in the Art School from the age of 4. Won several prizes as young reciter and actor. Plays the flute, guitar, bass and harp. Learns English and French. Also, a bit of German and Hebrew. Hobby: to start doing things. Translates poems from Russian into English since 2010.)

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Upas

In the desert, dry and stingy,
On the ground, fried for days,
Upas, fearsome and stinky,
Stands and dies along in space.

Born by always thirsty plain,
In the day of Wrath and Ire,
Inflates verdure with ptomaine,
Turns the roots to rigid wire.

Poison's dropping through it's bark
Melted fast at midday heat
And cooled down at the dark
To the rosin, dense, limpid.

Birds and beasts avoid this place
Only gloomy hurricane
Flying touches tree of Death
And rushes away, toxic, insane.

And when cloud, raining, shades
Walking through its perished leaf
From the branches, venenenate
On the flamed sand currents leave.

But landlord sent his forlorn servant
To upas, heard the moaning.
Slave flown to the cursted plant
and poison brought at morning.

He gave the ruler rosin dead
And branch with withered leaves
Death-damp down pallid forehead
Was running, closing eaves.

He brought and grew weak, declined
On basts, without sword
And poor servant was to find
His death before his lord.

With poison saturated king
Of arrows large amount
And sent with them the death and ruin
To foes across the bound.

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