Igor Severyanin was called the “king of poets,” and there is some truth in this - with a regal and stately step, his poems entered the golden fund of the Silver Age. His poems contain both subtle lyricism and loud ego-futurism, peacock feathers mix with champagne, and the last train to Mars is about to depart. In the sparkling lyre of Northerner, decadence, nihilism and futuristic moods play in myriads of reflections. The poetic antipode of Mayakovsky, a salon poet, but you can also philosophize in the boudoir. The third volume contains poetry collections “Minstrel”, “Fairy Eiole”, “Plymouth Rock” and poems.