Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilev was a Russian poet.
Nikolay was born on April 3rd in Kronshtadt, to the family of the doctor S.Y. Gumilev. In 1887, the Gumilev family moved to Tsarskoe Selo, where Nikolay began studying at the School of Gurevich. In 1900, the Gumilev family moved to the city of Tiflis in the Caucases in order to improve the children's health. Nikolay attended the best school in the area, Tiflis One.
It was here that his first poem, entitled "I ran from the cities to the forest" was published in the magazine "Tiflis Listok". The poem was signed "K. Gumilev".
In 1903, the Gumilev family moved back to Tsarskoe Selo, where ... more »
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Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev Poems
I’m in the days’ embracing limits, Where even skies are ever gray, Look through the ages, live in minutes, And wait for Holy Saturday;
Why did you come, my thoughts, in instant, Like thieves to rob my quiet habitation, Like vultures, gloomy and malignant,
In that magic forest, towering trees Unexpectedly come forward from the haze.
Today, I see, your glance is especially sad And your arms, embracing your knees, especially thin. Listen: far, far away on the Lake of Chad
It Was Not Once
It was not only once, it will go this way, In our fight, which is deaf and destroying: As it happened before, you rebuffed me today –
A queer and fearful question is tight, Oppresses my soul and tosses: Can one be alive if Atreus has died -- Has died on a bed of roses.
Why did you come, my thoughts, in instant, Like thieves to rob my quiet habitation, Like vultures, gloomy and malignant, With thirst for dread retaliation.
Like undistinguishable horses
Like undistinguishable horses, Gleam by my ever-painful days, As if fade all the living roses, And die all living nightingales.
The merciless fire devoured The house of my childhood games.
How tranquil is this little mountain lake It’s filled with water like a cup Bamboo looks just like little houses
I’m sick, for sure: deep darkness holds my heart, I’m bored with the people and the stories, And dream of treasures of the kingdoms, glories, And yataghans, all covered with blood.
Oh, How Silent Is the Nature
Oh, how silent is the nature, It only looks and only hears, The people's spirit in a rapture Clings to a freedom -- fast and fierce.
Beautiful lassies, where are you now? You who don’t answer me anymore You who forgot all about me; Left me behind – now my weakened voice
The Lost Tram
I walked an unfamiliar street And suddenly heard a raven's cry, And the sound of a lute, and distant thunder,- In front of me a tram was flying.
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I’m in the days’ embracing limits,
Where even skies are ever gray,
Look through the ages, live in minutes,
And wait for Holy Saturday;
The end of soul’s aimless travels,
Of lucks and troubles peaceful end.
O, come, my day when I’ll be able
To Know, See and Understand.
My soul will be so new and broad,
All, that’s alluring, will be mine.
And I will bless the golden road,
From blind worm and to golden sun.
And he, who went with me wherever,
Trough thunders and the silent peace,
He, who was kind to me in fever,
And cruel when I ...