<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m sick, for sure: deep darkness holds my heart,<br>I’m bored with the people and the stories,<br>And dream of treasures of the kingdoms, glories,<br>And yataghans, all covered with blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems to me – and this is no fraud –<br>A Tartar, squint, was one of my begetters,<br>That fierce Hun. And the infection’s fetters<br>Through length of ages, are my steady bond. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m mute. I pine… They vanish – walls of home:<br>There is a sea in spots of silver foam,<br>The sun of evening – on the stones’ lead,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city, with blue domes, like its wardens,<br>With flourish and decor of jasmine gardens,<br>We’d fought right there… Oh, yes! And I was killed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nikolai+Stepanovich+Gumilev">Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468981" data-title="Sonnet de Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev" data-description="I’m sick, for sure: deep darkness holds my heart, I’m bored with the people and the stories, And dream of treasures of the kingdoms, glories, And yataghans, all covered with blood. It seems to me – and this is no fraud – A Tartar, squint,..."></div> </div> </div>

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