"essence in Surikov"
He wrote it as the warmth left his hand,
a red‑warm script rising from within,
as though the line itself carried breath:
"In this life it is not new to die,"
spoken with the calm of someone
who has watched winter iterating
its familiar pattern for centuries,
each return neither omen nor surprise,
just the world continuing its old motion.
"But neither is it new to be alive,"
and here the words shift their weight—
not brighter, not louder,
but opening a quiet passage
where another way of making
steps forward without ceremony.
From there, the thought rallies toward
a way of making that masters the familiar
through observant contemplation,
shaping what is here by returning to it,
touch after touch,
until the red‑warm script
settles into ink
that congeals with a rising, breathing wind.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: On 28 December, 1925, Sergei Aleksandrovich Esenin expires by his own hand at the Hotel d'Angleterre in Leningrad, aged 31. The quote in this poem was written in his own blood.
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Comments6
Good write A.
Thanks O 🙏🏻🕊️
Interesting the choice of red ink just like blood. The use of the breathing wind as the breath of life. The wind too at times stops only to start again another day. The cycle of life neither life or death something new. I loved the metaphor of winter here. Seasons too come and go in an endless cycle. There is the feeling of eternal in this poem. Lovely and a fave
Many thanks, Soren🙏🏻🕊️
Most welcome my friend
Well written, the poem's themes and style appear influenced by Vasily Surikov's works, the celebrated Russian painter known for historical and dramatic art. Surikov was a prolific muralist who struggled financially and with housing. His artistry shines through in this poem; I remember learning about him in school as a great artist.
Thank you dear Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write, Arqios.
Thank you, Jerry. Much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
You learn something new everyday Department.
I'll look him up and Read about him.
A very fine Poem to .
Thanks, Kevin.The personal history of poets goes beyond interesting. 🙏🏻🕊️
Wonderful words and tribute Rik.
Andy
Thanks, Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
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