Home / Literature / Zinaida Hippius

Zinaida Hippius

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius: So It Is

So It Is 1918 If light is felled – I am able to see nothing, If a man is a beast – I hate him and scorn, If he’s worse than beasts – I kill him, laughing, If my Russia …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius: The Spiders

The Spiders 1903 My world is like a chamber, narrow, – It’s very low, very small. In four its corners sit four fellows – Four spiders, diligent in all. They are all fat, adroit, and dirty, And always spin and …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : She

She In her despiteous and shameless wickedness She is, as ashes, grey or grey as dust. And I am perishing from just her nearness, From bonds that solidly connected us. She is a coarse one, she is a prickly one, …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : Say Something Good

“Say Something Good” 1916 To V.Zlobin I roar — a dying lion… D’ you see all this, my God! Between machine’s teeth iron, My flesh is being deformed. I’ll bear pains my own… But would I – all, I feel? …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : Non-Love

Non-Love Like winds of seas, you toss the shutters, Like winds of deserts, you sing : ‘Behold! You’re mine for ever! I’m ancient Clutter, Your old, good fellow, – unlock your hold!’ I dare not open, I hold the shutters, …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : He Took Pine

“He Took Pine…”   He took pine of the earthly road – First and unique one since; Washed legs of them whoever roam – The Servant and the Prince. He cried with us – The legal Master Of earth and …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : Helplessness

Helplessness I look at a sea – the greedy one and fervent, Chained to the earth, on the depleted shore… Stand by a gulf – over the endless heavens, And could not fly to azure, as before. I didn’t decide …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : Freedom

Freedom I hate to submit to the people’s desire. Who likes a yoke of a slave? Trough whole our life we’re in permanent trial, After – we lay in a grave. I can’t submit to the Heavenly Low If Lord …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : She

She In her despiteous and shameless wickedness She is, as ashes, grey or grey as dust. And I am perishing from just her nearness, From bonds that solidly connected us. She is a coarse one, she is a prickly one, …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : Say Something Good

“Say Something Good” To V.Zlobin I roar — a dying lion… D’ you see all this, my God! Between machine’s teeth iron, My flesh is being deformed. I’ll bear pains my own… But would I – all, I feel? All …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : Non-Love

Non-Love Like winds of seas, you toss the shutters, Like winds of deserts, you sing : ‘Behold! You’re mine for ever! I’m ancient Clutter, Your old, good fellow, – unlock your hold!’ I dare not open, I hold the shutters, …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : He Took Pine

“He Took Pine…” 1916 He took pine of the earthly road – First and unique one since; Washed legs of them whoever roam – The Servant and the Prince. He cried with us – The legal Master Of earth and …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : Helplessness

Helplessness 1983 I look at a sea – the greedy one and fervent, Chained to the earth, on the depleted shore… Stand by a gulf – over the endless heavens, And could not fly to azure, as before. I didn’t …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : Freedom

Freedom 1904 I hate to submit to the people’s desire. Who likes a yoke of a slave? Trough whole our life we’re in permanent trial, After – we lay in a grave. I can’t submit to the Heavenly Low If …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : Festivity

Festivity 1917 The vomit of the war – the feast of the October! From all this wine, that desperately stinks, Oh, how loathsome was later your hangover, My country, sunk in poverty and sins! To please which dogs or swarms …

Read More »

Zinaida Hippius biography

Zinaida Hippius biography November 20, 1869 – September 9, 1945 She thought up new ideas, took an active part in lively exchanges of opinion and played a fundamental role in the religious renaissance of her country. For Hippius, the purpose …

Read More »

A Poem by Zinaida Hippius : The Awful

The Awful 1916 To V. Zlobin It’s awful not to live but only sleep… To see all’s being ever multiplied, To have in past so wildly many sins, That it’s a shame to look up at the sky. When can …

Read More »