Nikolai Dorizo is a poet whose lyricism, imbued with subtle psychologism and attention to detail, is particularly vivid in his poems about women. His heroines are not simply objects of affection, but complex, contradictory individuals, endowed with inner strength and tragic beauty. Dorizo is able to discern in a woman a whole universe of feelings, experiences, and unspoken hopes, conveying them with astonishing precision and lyricism. His poems avoid idealization, but rather express deep empathy and understanding of women's fates, often darkened by loneliness and disappointment. This collection will allow you to experience the world of female characters created by one of the most original poets of the Silver Age.
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«"Elegy"»
How strange that in your eyes I see a glimmer of old dreams, And in a quiet whisper, in tears, I hear the melody of birches. It's not your fault that I seek in you what was long lost, That my heart, bound by ice, Reaches only for you, wounded. But in vain! Time cannot be returned, And youth will never come again. Only memory will forever be turbid, Of what was, but will not be.
«Portrait at Twilight»
In the dim light of the room, a pale face, A shadow falls on your shoulders like a veil. In your tired eyes, the same moment is frozen, And in them – the unspoken distance of sorrow. You are like a ghost from a bygone time, A forgotten song, a vanished motif. In your soul – an ocean of quiet change, And in it – a longing for the unfulfilled, for love.
«Autumn Etude»
The autumn wind in your hair, As if whispering of the past. In your eyes – the sadness of faded lights, And in your heart – cold, bitter smoke. You look into the distance, at the gray horizon, And in this sadness there is its own beauty. Like an angel descending from the heights, Into a world of fleeting feelings and vanity.
«Above the Mirror»
Above the mirror, in the dim light of the lamp, you comb your hair. In your eyes is a question, silent and strange, and in them are the ghosts of love's hopes. You search in the reflection for an answer, to the torment of your heart, to the power of doubt. But the mirror holds only a quiet light, and the secret of a woman's unsolved passion.
«Forgotten Melody»
In an old house, in the silence of the night, a melody sounds, sad and light. You recall a dear voice, and the same longing revives in your heart. You search in the sounds for echoes of days when love was bright and pure. But time is merciless, it is gone, only memory preserves its tender features.
«Evening Walk»
In the evening haze, along the river, we walked in silence, hand in hand. You spoke of love, and I merely listened from afar. Your words, like a quiet ringing, left a mark on my soul. But I remained silent, as if in a dream, afraid to destroy this light.
«"Letter from the Past"»
In a yellowed letter are your lines, written with a trembling hand. You ask for forgiveness, you beg, to return you to your former peace. But time does not heal old wounds, and the past cannot be brought back. Only memory preserves those distant lands, where you and I were once so happy.
«Waiting»
You stand by the window, peering into the night, hoping to catch a glimpse of his silhouette. Your heart is filled with anxiety, your eyes with longing, and the silence holds an unspoken secret. You wait for him, as if for eternity, believing he will return to you. But the night is silent, and there is no answer, only the stars shine in the heavenly heights.
«Shadow of a Doubt»
There's a shadow of doubt in your eyes, And a false note in your voice. You're hiding something from me, And this is your bitter work. I see the lie, I feel the deception, But I remain silent, afraid to destroy everything. After all, you are my world, my bright ocean, And without you I simply cannot live.
«The Withered Garden»
Like a withered garden, your soul is covered in the dust of long years. There is no longer joy or beauty in it, only the quiet whisper of past sorrows. I want to bring you back to the spring of old, to awaken the dormant fire in your heart. But you are silent, and I do not know how to heal your emotional pain.
«Winter Evening»
There's a snowstorm outside, and the winter evening is quiet, The fire dances in the fireplace, like a dream. You sit alone, in unperturbed sadness, And your heart is cold, as if in icy captivity. I want to warm you with my warmth, Protect you from the storm, from the cold and darkness. But you distance yourself, like a stranger, And in your eyes are only reflections of a bygone winter.
«The Last Waltz»
In the ballroom, in the light of crystal chandeliers, we dance a final, sad waltz. In your eyes – sadness and quiet reproach, and in your heart – a premonition of an imminent separation. We whirl in a dance, as if in a dream, forgetting time, pain, and fear. But the music fades, and now we stand in silence, on the threshold of parting.
«The Lost Star»
You are like a lost star in the night, bright, distant, unattainable. I reach out to you, but you remain silent, and in my heart there is an insatiable longing. I want to find you, bring you back to my world, warm you with my warmth, my love. But you are just a ghost, just a distant ether, and in this separation lies my bitter fate.
«Whisper of the Wind»
The whisper of the wind in the garden, by the old wall, reminds you of the past, of love. You recall those distant days, when we were together, in silence. But time has passed, and everything has changed, and in your heart there are only echoes of the past. You stand alone, and in your eyes there is sadness, and in the silence – the whisper of the wind, silent.
«Reflection in the Water»
In the dark water, as in a night mirror, your pale face is reflected. In your eyes – melancholy, in your soul – devastation, and in your heart – a quiet, bitter cry. You look into the water, searching for an answer, to the torment of your heart, to the power of doubt. But the water is silent, and in it there is only light, and the secrets of a woman's unsolved passion.