Fyodor Sologub

(1 March 1863 – 5 December 1927 / St. Petersberg)

Poems of Fyodor Sologub

Wine And Joy

Wine and joy are completely forgotten,
As well as his armor and sword.
Alone he descends in the rotten
Mysterious dungeon. The door
Is squeaking with long drawn sound
For no one has entered inside.
The dark and the damp reign around.
The window is narrow and high.

[Hata Bildir]