A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation
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.
And when will vanish dark of night
And you will free my eyes at leaving,
Oh, if my heart would have a right
To lose its love till dark of evening!
A few random poems:
- A Certain Kind of Holy Men
- innocence.html
- The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Destroyers by Rudyard Kipling
- Seeking Beauty by William Henry Davies
- Gradual Clearing poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ночное гулянье
- Morning-Glory by Siegfried Sassoon
- Илья Эренбург – Ода
- Diffugere Nives poem – A. E. Housman
- The Windhover: To Christ Our Lord poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Song—Fragment—Leezie Lindsay by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Gavin Hamilton, Esq.:
- Владимир Луговской – Курсантская венгерка
- Владимир Костров – Выходец из волости лесистой
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman
- When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman
- When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman
- When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman
- When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman
- What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman
- What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman
- What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman
- What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman
- What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman
- We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman
- We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman
- Visor’d. by Walt Whitman
- Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman
- Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman
- To You. by Walt Whitman
- To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman
- To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman
- To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman
- To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Alexander Pushkin (1799-1937) was a Russian poet, playwright and prose writer, founder of the realistic trend in Russian literature, literary critic and theorist of literature, historian, publicist, journalist; one of the most important cultural figures in Russia in the first third of the 19th century.