Valery Yaklovich Bryusov poems
Valery Yaklovich Bryusov(December 13 [O.S. December 1] 1873 - October 9, 1924 / Moscow)
Twilight
- by Valery Yaklovich Bryusov 56
Electric moons glowOn long bent stalks
The telegraph wires hum
In gentle unseen hands;
Circular amber clock faces
Brighten like magic above the crowd,
And a cool calm alights
On the parched slabs of pavement.
Beneath the fluttery, beguiling net
The misty park grows quiet,
And with a smile, evening kisses
The eyes of passing courtesans.
With the soft sounds of a clavier -
The faraway day murmurs...
O twilight! Mercy of the world
Dawn once again upon me!
To A Young Poet
- by Valery Yaklovich Bryusov 44
Pale youth with burning gaze,I give you three commandments now:
Follow the first: don't live by the present,
The future is a poet's only place.
Second, remember: feel for no one,
Love yourself without bounds.
Safeguard the third: worship art,
Art alone, without thought or goal.
Pale youth with embarrassed gaze!
If you follow my three commandments,
I'll die in peace, a defeated warrior,
Knowing I leave a poet behind.