"onegin" poems
You were no Eve of Russian literature
like Pushkin’s precious Tatyana.
You were no young, innocent, provincial girl
seduced by cynical Onegin, that bon vivant
corrupted by modern European values.
You were no mysterious Russian soul
brimful of essential purity and self-sacrifice -
with a love of pain and pure disdain of happiness.
Tatyana resisted all temptation, refusing
to take flight, rejecting the man she loved.
She was too good to be true; but you, Anna
what a pickle you got yourself in, choosing ****** sin.
You could share an affair with dashing Vronsky
elope with him and leave behind your husband
abandon your beloved son, Alexei.
But these were not the dreadful choices
sealing your tragic fate, my dear Anna.
It was those ****** feelings you chased
all based on the sin of selfishness.
You fed on romance, passion and desire.
Your hot-hunger was insatiable, a fire
rip-roaring through restraint and all decorum
You sweated and panted wild for ******
They say you’re a ‘drama queen’; heartless and mean
a woman undone by excess, always longing to undress
nakedly making grand errors of judgement.
By ignoring Tatyana’s fine example, you certainly forgot
there will always be those who tot up the ledger.
Your blood debt was owing, it had to be paid.
You saw the light at the end of the tunnel -
cool down, Anna, let the raw feelings subside
be watchful, wary and ever-ready to step aside
let the moments of menace and gloom drain –
it might just be an oncoming train is due.
© M.L.Emmett 2016
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
-Oh Hello there
-How are you?
-Would you kindly like to dance this fine evening?
-I am not to be missed
-I can really two step
-I must confess
-but what you say?
-No not that
-It could not be?
-but yes you could be right, I suppose
-Do you then suppose?
-Perhaps a carnal repose is all that must be exposed
-For this here to be transposed
-Well yes I imagine that could be considered a vulgarity
-but I only long for our solidarity of insularity for clarity
-Well ok if you should decide
-I will abide and subside to further yonder
No now why must you release that powder
-a discharge is not required
-I meant no dishonour
-Well yes you are correct
-Mais c'est vraiment difficile
-you must understand
-you must know
You will give me a start Won't you?
-I should say, that is most gracious of you!
-That will do then
-I submit to you now
For your pleasu...
BANG
Be still the night it is almost light tonight.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Extravagant parties and luscious life...
Everybody's in disguise
of a simple man and kind,
Who runs away to find
Himself; in a very small village.
He will reform, redirect and redesign,
Only to see his neighbors sigh;
Who is this new man who thinks
That suddenly he won't pour drinks?
Onegin was bored, both here, and back home,
But it seems he doesn't want to be alone,
He fools around with a lovely young girl,
Who cares for Lensky, for whom she's a pearl.
There was an enthusiast, a calm yet wild soul,
She read and she wrote, played a different role
Than Onegin would've expected; a letter she signed,
And with her pen, she painted what she had in mind.
Yet those, who are nonchalant and fairly useless,
Will not count the hours that were spent being thought about them.
That's how Onegin lived his life and after 8 long years,
He finally loved, but then, he went by.
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 7:52 PM UTC
“But even friendship like our heroes'
Exist no more; for we've outgrown
All sentiments and deem men zeroes-
Except of course ourselves alone.
We all take on Napoleon's features,
And millions of our fellow creatures
Are nothing more to us than tools...
Since feelings are for freaks and fools.
Eugene, of course, had keen perceptions
And on the whole despised mankind,
Yet wasn't, like so many, blind;
And since each rule permits exceptions,
He did respect a noble few,
And, cold himself, gave warmth its due.”
― Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC
Oh ... you like Onegin in that book
Who cold and pride to pretty woman
But in the end he fall in love
I know it’s gonna take the time
Don’t worry I can wait
You were rejecting me too much
I think you really love me
But probably don’t know it yet
Forgive me for that strangest way
To show how really I can love
I really want you and afraid
So please stop making me to hesitate
And tell me what really feeling towards me?
Do I make your heart beat faster
Do you really want me as I want
And better stop it if you’r not
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
17
droggs
onegin \
Gerianne- ,,twitces .
astute, many floors up,
pigging cleaning,every quarter
the clouds/massquadre ,this is cat
to,,, through ,,,,,moved
, a-blue,, temple
a bloom,a ,temple
a rook a trek a stoop now
Buddha, a simpleton/buddah
geriane
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
17
droggs
onegin \
Gerianne- ,,twitces .
astute, many floors up,
pigging cleaning,every quarter
the clouds/massquadre ,this is cat
to,,, through ,,,,,moved
, a-blue,, temple
a bloom,a ,temple
a rook a trek a stoop now
Buddha, a simpleton/buddah
geriane
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC