Here you will find thePoemHomeof poet Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
The merciless fire devoured The house of my childhood games. I needed to overcome sorrow, And sailed on the golden-mast boat. I played on my beautiful flute to The high rising moon in the sky. The moon, by my singing, got saddened, And covered herself with a cloud. Then I turned my eyes to the mountain, But had no more songs on my mind. It seemed : all the joys of my childhood Were burned in the flames of my home. I wished in despair for the refuge That water could offer to me. A sudden reflection of a woman Slid by like the one of the moon. And should she sincerely desire And should the moon kindly approve I?m willing to build a new house In th? woman?s mysterious heart.
