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The Prophet

Longing for spiritual springs,

I dragged myself through desert sands…

An angel with three pairs of wings

Arrived to me at cross of lands;

With fingers so light and slim

He touched my eyes as in a dream:

And opened my prophetic eyes

Like eyes of eagle in surprise.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

A Wish

The days drag on, each moment multiplies

Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness

Of an unhappy love and, dark, gives rise.

To sleepless dreams, the haunting dreams of madness

But I do not complain - instead, I weep;

Tears bring me solace, comforted they leave me.

My spirit, captive held by grief, a deep.

And bitter rapture finds in them, believe me.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Lyric written in 1830

What means my name to you?…T'will die

As does the melancholy murmur

Of distant waves or, of a summer,

The forest's hushed nocturnal sigh.

Found on a fading album page,

Dim will it seem and enigmatic,

Like words traced on a tomb, a relic

Of some long dead and vanished age.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Imitation

I saw the Death, and she was seating

By quiet entrance at my own home,

I saw the doors were opened in my tomb,

And there, and there my hope was a-flitting

I'll die, and traces of my past

In days of future will be never sighted,

Look of my eyes will never be delighted

By dear look, in my existence last.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The Bakchesarian Fountain

A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.

Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye,

As though some spell in sorrow bound him,

His slavish courtiers thronging nigh,

In sad expectance stood around him.

The lips of all had silence sealed,

Whilst, bent on him, each look observant,

Saw grief's deep trace and passion fervent

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Morpheus

Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning

For my forever painful love:

Just blow out candles' burning

And let my dreams in blessing move.

Let from my soul disappear

The separation's sharp rebuke!

And let me see that dear look,

And let me hear voice that dear.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

A Little Bird

In alien lands I keep the body

Of ancient native rites and things:

I gladly free a little birdie

At celebration of the spring.

I'm now free for consolation,

And thankful to almighty Lord:

At least, to one of his creations

I've given freedom in this world!

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The Dream

Not long ago, in a charming dream,

I saw myself — a king with crown's treasure;

I was in love with you, it seemed,

And heart was beating with a pleasure.

I sang my passion's song by your enchanting knees.

Why, dreams, you didn't prolong my happiness forever?

But gods deprived me not of whole their favor:

I only lost the kingdom of my dreams.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Bound for your distant home

you were leaving alien lands.

In an hour as sad as I’ve known

I wept over your hands.

My hands were numb and cold,

still trying to restrain

you, whom my hurt told

never to end this pain.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Friendship

What's friendship? The hangover's faction,

The gratis talk of outrage,

Exchange by vanity, inaction,

Or bitter shame of patronage.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Confession

I LOVE YOU - I love you, e'en as I

Rage at myself for this obsession,

And as I make my shamed confession,

Despairing at your feet I lie.

I know, I know - It ill becomes me,

I am too old, time to be wise ...

But how? ... This love - it overcomes me,

A sickness this in passion's guise.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Thou and You

She substituted, by a chance,

For empty "you" — the gentle "thou";

And all my happy dreams, at once,

In loving heart again resound.

In bliss and silence do I stay,

Unable to maintain my role:

"Oh, how sweet you are!" I say —

"How I love thee!" says my soul.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin