Gumilev is somewhat overshadowed by his more famous wife, Anna Akhmatova. His death at the hands of the Chekha in 1921 left its mark on her, and greatly influenced her work – most notably in “Requiem”. This is an early poem, written when he was 19. What did Russian literature lose with his early death?
From where I came is quite beyond me…
Nor do I know for where I’m bound,
When blazing with the flush of victory
I’m in my sparkling garden found.
And when I’ve had my fill of beauty,
And bored become of roses’ touch,
And when my spirit baulks at duty,
When daydreams have become too much,
It’s then I live like shadows’ capers
In final hour of patient’s day,
Held captive by mysterious vapours
And crimson goblet’s blazing play.
The world it opens all before me –
Both shaded night and glaring sun,
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