Fyodor Sologub Poems
|1.||When Heaving On The Stormy Waters||1/1/2004|
|2.||A Son Was Born To A Poor Peasant||1/1/2004|
|3.||Wine And Joy||1/1/2004|
|5.||What Are Our Villages||8/20/2014|
|6.||When I Sailed In A Sea||8/20/2014|
|7.||The Painful Genius, Great Shakespeare||8/20/2014|
|8.||The Sacred World's Unquestioned||8/20/2014|
|9.||Some Wizard, Very Bad And Sly||8/20/2014|
|10.||I Composed These Rhythmical Sounds||8/20/2014|
|11.||His Wines, Feasts And Funs||8/20/2014|
|12.||God Will Doom You||8/20/2014|
|14.||We Are All Captured Beasts||1/1/2004|
|15.||All The World's Ruled By A Dragon||1/1/2004|
|17.||I Have Enchanted All Of Nature||1/1/2004|
I Have Enchanted All Of Nature
I have enchanted all of Nature
And forged each moment's quality.
And what a horrifying freedom
I found in such a sorcery!
My constant guilt - with no beginning
Spread till all limit-zones were passed;
The body far away expanded,
And depths opened that were so vast.
Thell I called out to the Prime-Mover,
My challenge unto Heaven thrown;
The stars and planets gave the answer:
I made Nature myself, alone.
Over the rushing river
Where shaggy fir-trees stand,
The devil himself is pushing
My swing with furry hand.
Pushing, he laughs away,
And up I go,
And down I go,
The seat creaks ominously,