Fyodor Sologub Death Poems
- 1. What Are Our Villages
What are our villages, destitute,
Or the whole of time and of space?
Father's mansions exist in a multitude, -
We don't know their name, and their place.
... - 2. His Wines, Feasts And Funs
His wines, feasts and funs are forgotten,
His sword and his armour are left,
He, single, descends into rotten
A dungeon, without a lamp.
... - 3. Don Quixote
(Fragment)
Through the rusty, ever-grinding clangour
Of the fierce worldly chariot,
... - 4. 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
... - 5. When Heaving On The Stormy Waters
When, heaving on the stormy waters,
I felt my ship beneath to sink,
I prayed, "Oh, Father Satan, save me,
Forgive me at death's utter brink!
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