Igor Severyanin
Igor Severyanin Poems
This day of spring is hot and golden -
The citys blinded by the sun!
Im me again! I am emboldened!
Im in love, happy and Im young!
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I do not want to live my life, like all,
Living like squirrels in a hamster wheel,
Walking around in circles, being slaves,
Afraid of storm and of the ocean waves.
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Youre in no way like other women at all:
You have laughter controlled and expressive,
You wear dresses measured and fashionably long
And you slip out from my embraces.
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I know nothing, I trust in nothing,
I no longer in life see its brighter side.
I approach my friend as if he were a lion
I need nothing else. I am bored and tired.
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Champagne in a lily! Champagne in a lily!
With health and with wisdom it sparkles and shines!
A shot of Mignon with one of Escamillio
Champagne in a lily - a sacred wine.
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Pineapples in champagne! Pineapples in champagne!
Deliriously tasty, sparkling and bright!
Im in something from Norway! Im in something from Spain!
Im inspired in bursts and I sit down to write.
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Im nightingale: no traits I carry
And without special depth I sing.
But everyone, from crone to baby,
Will know me, singer of the spring.
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Love is a causelessness. Thoughtlessness even.
To love for a reason? I love for I feel.
Love is like a troika, demented and rabid,
Rushing toward a ship that is leaving to sail.
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Envy not your friend if hes more handsome,
More intelligent or wealthier than you.
Let his merits and let his successes
Not tear up the laces on your shoe.
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Nightingales of monastery garden,
Like all nightingales flying above,
Say that there is but one joy in living,
And that this joy comes in form of love.
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Once, when the dreams would bloom - the times were those -
In peoples hearts, transparent and aflame,
How fresh, how beautiful have been the roses
Of my love, of my spring, and of my fame!
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All joy - in the past, irretrievable and evanescent
But in the present - prosperity and despair.
The heart is tired and thirsts in fire at sunset
Of love and passion - its lured by freedom from care.
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Breathe in the sunlight, live with the sunlight -
And with the sun you will glisten too!
The earth will be warm in the living sunlight
Of hearts that knew of the light and good.
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It took place at the sea, in the foam of the ocean,
Where the carriage of city rarely arrives.
In the tower of a palace the queen was playing Chopin,
And to sound of Chopin the page fell in love.
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Tuxedoed, attired immaculately, the high-society gentlemen
Stupefying their faces, brought themselves into a room,
I gave a forced smile, sarcastically ash and darkness remembering:
A new poetic motif unexpectedly breaking the gloom.
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Theyre 'red' today, and theyre 'white' tomorrow -
Ah, no tapestry! No flowers, this!
Tiresome to me to the point of nausea,
Small people hideous and turned to beasts.
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We live in astounded wonder
At change of contrasting events.
Viennas horrors and hunger
Threw us into chills and cold sweat.
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O you the ancient rhymes and rhythms,
Seized on by many poets,
The banal, cheap, and puny ones,
Cliches overcooked and boiled!
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In these miniature Russian colonies
Those who are hiding from lawlessness
Their sinful bodies and souls,
Interests are so pitiful
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You are ready from gloom to suicide,
Hang yourself, or shoot in the mouth.
Wait a while - and the spring will come to your side
After just three more snowy months.
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Igor Severyanin Biography
Igor Severyanin (pen name, real name Igor Vasilyevich Lotaryov) (May 16, 1887, Petersburg – December 20, 1941, Tallinn) was a Russian poet who presided over the circle of the so-called Ego-Futurists. Igor was born in St. Petersburg in the family of an army engineer. Through his mother, he was remotely related to Nikolai Karamzin and Afanasy Fet. In 1904 he left for Manchuria with his father but later returned to St.Petersburg to publish first poems at his own expense. It was not until 1913 that, in the words of D.S. Mirsky, "the moment came when vulgarity claimed a place on Parnassus and issued its declaration of rights in the verse of Igor Severyanin". That year, Severyanin (his penname means "Northerner" in Russian) brought out a collection entitled "The Cup of Thunder", with a preface written by Fyodor Sologub. In one of his most celebrated poems, Lotaryov introduced himself to the readers with the following words: "I am Igor Severyanin, a genius!" He soon gained a cult following, especially in the provinces of Imperial Russia. The poet "captured the popular imagination and reached stardom with his slick pomaded hair parted in the middle; his melancholy, darkly circled eyes; his impeccable tails; and an ever-present lily in his hands". Severyanin's poems treated such extraordinary themes as "ice cream of lilacs" and "pineapples in champagne", intending to overwhelm the bourgeois audience with a riot of colors and glamour associated by them with high society. In his verse, Severyanin admired dirigibles and automobiles, everything that could convey to his followers the notion of modernity. He would often shock the public by professing his admiration for Oscar Wilde or scandalize his emulators with cynical statements and megalomania. During one party, they declared Severyanin "the king of poets", although some respected critics professed their distaste for his work. After the Russian Revolution of 1917, Severyanin was one of the first poets to leave Russia. Having settled in Estonia in 1918, he tried to return to Russia afterwards, but could not for various reasons (namely, the civil war, his marriage to a local woman (Felissa Kruut), unreceptive literary climate in Soviet Russia, etc.). After the Soviet occupation of Estonia, 1940 Severyanin continued literary activities, and later died of a heart attack in the German occupied Tallinn in 1941. He was buried in Alexander Nevsky cemetery, Tallinn.)
The Best Poem Of Igor Severyanin
Spring Day
This day of spring is hot and golden -
The citys blinded by the sun!
Im me again! I am emboldened!
Im in love, happy and Im young!
The soul sings and bursts for the fields and
I come to strangers and say 'hey.'
What spaciousness I feel! What freedom!
What songs and flowers in my way!
Soon - vanish into the young meadows!
Soon - into snowdunes, full of bliss!
To look in pink faces of women,
Like friend, an enemy to kiss!
Make noise, the springtime forests mighty!
Bloom, lilac bushes! Grow tall, grass!
No sinners: Everyone is righteous
On a day so divinely blessed!
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