Here you will find thePoemPoppiesof poet Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky
The gay day is ablaze? And in the languid grass The poppies? patches burn like impotent desire? Like lips that can allure or deathly poison us, Or wings of butterfly, wide spread and red like fire. The gay day is ablaze? But old and empty stands This garden, long ago lost of the feasts and pleasure, And poppies,weathered, like old women?s heads, Are warmly overspread by heaven chalice, azure.
