A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade…
Until surely there flew without a sound
Above me, her young shade;
But there stretches between us an uncrossable line.
In vain my feelings I tried to awaken.
The lips that brought the news were made of stone,
And I listened like a stone, unshaken.
So this is she for whom my soul once burned
In the tense and heavy fire,
Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my mind
By tenderness and desire!
Where are the torments? Where is love? Alas!
For the unreturning days’
Sweet memory, and for the poor credulous
Shade, I find no lament, no tears.
A few random poems:
- The sky has never seen such a moon
- At the Top of My voice by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Epigram by Samuel Coleridge
- Song by William Somervile
- The Fall by Russell Edson
- The Wolf039s Postcript To 039little Red Riding Hood039
- The Song of Seven Cities by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Корнилов – Арена
- On The Eating Of Mice by Russell Edson
- Владимир Маяковский – Нынче бар в России нет… (Главполитпросвет №37)
- God’s Grandeur by Ted Hughes
- Animals Are Passing From Our Lives by Philip Levine
- Old Man poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Владимир Маяковский – Не эти правильно революцию празднуют… (РОСТА №399)
- An Ode, On Reading Mr. Richardson’s History Of Sir Charles Grandison by William Cowper
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
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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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.