Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

(1 September 1855 - 13 December 1909 / Omsk)

A Gas Butterfly - Poem by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

Tell me what's happening to me?
Why is my heart beating so fervently?
why has this madness, like a wave,
Broken through the rock of habit?

Is it my strength or just my torment
I'm too disturbed to tell:
From the shimmering lines of life
I extract a forgotten phrase...

Is it a thief who turns his lantern
Upon the crowd of dreary letters?
I can't help reading the phrase,
But haven't the strength to go back...

It really had to flare up,
But it only harries the darkness;
All night, like a gas-flame butterfly
It trembles, but cannot escape...


Comments about A Gas Butterfly by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

  • Veteran Poet - 1,054 Points Michelle Claus (8/8/2014 12:47:00 PM)

    This poem leaves me wondering, what the *forgotten phrase*? (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,518 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (8/8/2014 1:47:00 AM)

    Some lines are extraordinarily beautiful...From the shimmering lines of life
    I extract a forgotten phrase... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,120 Points Kee Thampi (8/10/2012 3:05:00 AM)

    a lovable but green will not be here to shine
    s it a thief who turns his lantern
    Upon the crowd of dreary letters?
    I can't help reading the phrase,
    But haven't the strength to go back... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde (8/8/2012 7:43:00 AM)

    I am so glad I am not the only one with this problem... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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