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The Memorial

Beyond compare the monument I have erected,

And to this spirit column well-worn the people's path,--

Its head defiant will out-soar that famous pillar

The Emperor Alexander hath!

I shall not vanish wholly,--No! but young forever

My spirit will live on, within my lyre will ring,

And men within this world shall hold me in remembrance

While yet one Singer lives to sing.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

To The Don

Through the Steppes, see there he glances!

Silent flood glad hailed by me,--

Thy far distant sons do proffer

Through me, greeting fond to thee!

Every stream knows thee as brother,

Don, thou river boasted wide!

The Araxes and Euphrates

Send thee greeting as they glide.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The Coming Of Winter

_Stanzas from "Onegin"_

Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,

Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--

Is undeniably withdrawing

On fleeting footsteps from the land.

Soon will the Autumn dim the heavens,

The light of sunbeams rarer grown--

Already every day is shorter,

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The Delibash

With the hostile camp in skirmish

Our men once were changing shot,

Pranced the Delibash his charger

'Fore our ranks of Cossacks hot.

Trifle not with free-born Cossacks!

Nor too o'er foolhardy be!

Thy mad mood thou wilt atone for--

On his pike he'll skewer thee!

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

A Serenade

I watch Inesilla

Thy window beneath,

Deep slumbers the villa

In night's dusky sheath.

Enamoured I linger,

Close mantled, for thee--

With sword and with guitar,

O look once on me!

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

To (Kern)

I still recall the wondrous moment

When you appeared before my eyes,

Just like a fleeting apparition,

Just like pure beauty's distillation.

When'er I languished in the throes of hopeless grief

Amid the troubles of life's vanity,

Your sweet voice lingered on in me,

Your dear face came to me in dreams.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The Last Flower

Rich the first flower's graces be,

But dearer far the last to me;

My spirit feels renewal sweet,

Of all my dreams hope or desire--

The hours of parting oft inspire

More than the moments when we meet!

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The Vision

I remember a marvellous instant,

Unto me bending down from above,

Thy radiant vision appearing

As an angel of beauty and love.

'Mid the torments of desperate sadness,

In the torture of bondage and sighs,

To me rang thy voice so beloved--

And I dreamed thy miraculous eyes.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Autumn

What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?

-Derzhavin

October has arrived - the woods have tossed

Their final leaves from naked branches;

A breath of autumn chill - the road begins to freeze,

The stream still murmurs as it passes by the mill,

The pond, however's frozen; and my neighbor hastens

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Goblins Of The Steppes

Stormy clouds delirious straying,

Showers of whirling snowflakes white,

And the pallid moonbeams waning--

Sad the heavens, sad the night!

Further speeds the sledge, and further,

Loud the sleighbell's melody,

Grewsome, frightful 'tis becoming,

'Mid these snow fields now to be!

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

A Winter Evening

Sable clouds by tempest driven,

Snowflakes whirling in the gales,

Hark--it sounds like grim wolves howling,

Hark--now like a child it wails!

Creeping through the rustling straw thatch,

Rattling on the mortared walls,

Like some weary wanderer knocking--

On the lowly pane it falls.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The Caucas

The Caucas lies before my feet! I stand where

Glaciers gleam, beside a precipice rock-ribbed;

An eagle that has soared from off some distant cliff,

Lawless as I, sweeps through the radiant air!

Here I see streams at their sources up-welling,

The grim avalanches unrolling and swelling!

The soft cloudy convoys are stretched forth below,

Tattered by thronging mad torrents descending;

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin