The poet's memory.

October 18, 1872 was born one of the most enigmatic poets of the Silver Age Michael A. Kuzmin. He was a representative acmeism, which replaced the subtle symbolism, futurism daring . High style has changed "perfect clarity" , the simplicity , ease . He has a wonderful poem about the relentless creative work of heart, apart from serving as a lazy and sleepy everyday existence :
What a lazy week of lies,
Slow care easy moment -
But the heart of prayer, the heart of building :
It is our carpenter , not the undertaker.
Cheerful carpenter to put together a tower .
Light - not a cold closely granite.
Let us think that we do not believe:
It is for us and we believe holds .
It's all in a hurry, beating under a bushel ,
And we seemed dead : no thoughts , no dreams,
But suddenly wake up under his own Hood :
After all, we were all asleep , and a tower ready.
He lived a simple life is not full of love, creativity, frustration, loss ...
March 1, 1936 he died at the Mariinsky Hospital of pneumonia. The bright memory of the poet Mikhail Kuzmin !