A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation
With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights,
Our waiting hours were passing slowly,
And shining you came down from the mysterious heights
And brought to us your tablets holy –
So? in the wilderness, beneath a tent, you found
Us, feasting mad in empty gaiety,
Singing our savage songs and galloping around
Some newly hand-created deity.
We grew confused, aloof from your good rays hid we.
Then, seized of wrath and desolation,
Have you, O prophet, cursed your mindless family And smashed your tablets in frustration?
No, you have cursed us not. From heights you disappear
Into the shade of little valleys;
You love the heavens’ crash, but also wish to hear
Bees humming over red azaleas.
Such is the honest bard. With passion he laments
At solemn fairs of Melpomena –
To smile upon the crowd’s plebeian merriments,
The liberties of coarse arena.
Now Rome is calling him, now majesties of Troy,
Now elder Ossian’s craggy gravels –
And in the meantime he will hear with childish joy
Of Czar Sultan’s heroic travels.

A few random poems:
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- Song—Ae fond Kiss by Robert Burns
- The Lamp by Sara Teasdale
- An Evening Song. by Sidney Lanier
- Николай Заболоцкий – Сентябрь
- Николай Языков – Песни (Мы любим шумные пиры)
- Юлиан Анисимов – Камнем сгрудилась комната
- Robert Burns: Poem On Pastoral Poetry :
- I Said Coffee by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама Мосполиграф
- Mammary Tunes by Mark R Slaughter
- Кондратий Рылеев – К N. N. (Когда душа изнемогала)
- Broken wings of a Heart by Saajida Gora
- The Castle By The River by Vaishnavi Prakash
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
- the-infernal-regions.html
- honeycomb.html
- Dark Matter by Aaron Baker
- polyphony_in_a_cathedral.html
- one_almost_might.html
- nursery_rhyme_for_a_twenty_first_birthday.html
- Not Love Perhaps
- night_piece.html
- never.html
- music.html
- meeting.html
- last_word_to_childhood.html
- june_sick_room.html
- houses.html
- flight_of_stairs.html
- epitaph_on_a_disturber_of_his_times.html
- Epitaph for Our Children
- empty_room.html
- earthfast.html
- don_juan.html
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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.