Saint Petersburg - the city of the Dead, Where dreaming spirits haunt the mist-cloaked streets. A diadem of rubies crowns your head, And silver armour lines your mighty fleet. Let myriads of angels guard your spires Against the pain and suffering of war: Rejoice, the bygone northernmost empire, Built on deception, cruelty, and gore! The Winter Palace flaunts its azure gown - A ballerina on the frozen lake, Whose beauty flares, as if about to drown Beneath the burden of her last mistake. May a luxuriant, wild garden grow Where once was land of misery and snow.
The Nymph and the Dryad ~ Part 2
The Nymph and the Dryad ~ Part 1
Ceci n’est pas une Rose
If you were a rose, You would hide in the dark Until I discovered your delicate spark. If you were a rose, Every flower would fade, Entranced by the perfume which you radiate. If you were a rose, Your soft, velvety skin Would cover my eyes with the raptures unseen. If you were a rose, I would kiss your wild thorns, Crimson with blood, as it lingers and burns. If you were a rose, You would bloom all year long, Drinking my tears when I cry, all alone. If you were a rose, You would grow in my heart, Entwining it gently, as you tear me apart. My garden has blossomed With sorrow and loss. Why didn't you tell me that you were a rose?
An Acrostic Sonnet to My Readers
To all of you, entranced by subtle verse, Here lies a gift concealed between the lines - As though a scintillating pearl, enclosed Naively by the effervescent rhymes. Kindling above the fervent windswept waves, Your gentle words transcend the leaden clouds! Ornate, like scarlet flames, the heartfelt praise, Unvanquished, burns away my puerile doubts. So I remain a prisoner, alone Ordained to dwell in the Siberian steppe - May there be solace - when the warmth is gone, Upon your eyes, rains softly my regret. Creating threads of poetry at night, How blessed I am to have your vibrant light!
The Infinity of Destinies ~ Dedicated to E.
“The storm is coming!” So the tidal waves utter, crashing into cliffs and spattering their violent embraces across the roaring shore. There is only one dark silhouette standing quiescently amidst the oncoming water. A young lady with dark, shadowy eyes fixed on the edge of the Earth is singing, as her raven hair wavers in the forceful gusts of poignant oceanic air…Continue reading “The Infinity of Destinies ~ Dedicated to E.”
“Шторм надвигается!” – глухо шипят волны прилива, разбиваясь о скалы и разбрызгивая свои яростные объятия по стонущему берегу. Среди подступающей воды в неподвижном ожидании замер мрачный силуэт. Юная девушка с тёмными глазами, устремлёнными на край Земли, поёт, а её волосы цвета воронова крыла развеваются в мощных порывах ледяного океанического воздуха…Continue reading “Бесконечность Судеб”
A reading of my poem “The Storm”
It's Sunset. All the sea is covered by a lunar mist, Although the distant land seems near. The clouds thicken, as the salty dunes embrace and twist - Caressingly, away they steer. Let the audacious wind disturb the airy sail: We have no fear of storms and saints, Between the hidden rocks manoeuvring without fail, Forgetting our old complaints. The thunder rumbles ruthlessly and sways the sturdy deck - A portent of misfortune grim. The lightning's arrow left an incandescent track: Don't take this darkness for a dream! Encompassed by the icebound gloom and shreds of silver foam, Which soars to the stars, like smoke, We enter murky caves - where myriads of luring sirens roam: Beware of their mellifluous talk! Alas, the only beacon of a fragile hope had sunk, These waters will be our demise! The wild forget-me-nots entwine my burning lungs: "In time, life sheds its thin disguise." The Night. With their amber eyes, the fervent harpies gaze, Awaiting the horrendous end. Hold on! Amidst the chaos, we'll mount the towering waves: Embracing firmly, hand in hand. Above the broken mast, a thunderbird is cawing briskly: "Take off! It's time to spread your wings!" Our life has flashed before our eyes, the moments - meagre, beastly - How evanescently they gleam! Look, now the brutal current swirls, deluging our vessel: The helm is captured by the tide! Don't cry, my dear, you're not alone, for we are still together - Love will eclipse the ninth wave's height. Although the rampant ocean unfurled its grim abyss, We won't disperse without a trace: The wreckage of our troubled souls the water shall release Into the long-forgotten bays. Transfigured by the tempest's rage, we swim to terra firma, Untarnished by the years forlorn. As though the sleeping wanderers, awakened by a murmur, Our eyes behold the sun. It's Dawn!
A reading of my poem “The Night”
Dear readers, I hope you will enjoy this multimedia presentation of my literary work! The video features a recording of my poem, accompanied by picturesque views of Canadian nature and urban life, which I captured throughout my studies in this beautiful country.
The Serpent’s Sonnet
I wish I could find solace in your eyes, Where shadows lurk beneath the diamond glow. Although our paths have parted long ago, Your arms remain the gates of Paradise! My sinful soul must pay a fatal price To enter Eden, as it did before: The Seraphim avert when I deplore, For neither words, nor prayers will suffice. Although your image pierces like a knife, My heart will mend itself with threads of tears - Abide in memory, remorseless Saint! Through death, the Phoenix gains eternal life, Thus, I forsake the futile earthly fears, Awaiting for my agony to end…