Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

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But let my love no longer trouble you I do not wish to cause you any pain By Alexander Pushkin

But let my love no longer trouble you I do not wish to cause you any pain By Alexander Pushkin

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High the river ran in gloom By Alexander Pushkin

High the river ran in gloom By Alexander Pushkin

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We’ve got to have forbidden fruit Or Eden’s joys for us are moot

We’ve got to have forbidden fruit Or Eden’s joys for us are moot

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My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you By Alexander Pushkin

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you By Alexander Pushkin

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We’ve got to have forbidden fruit Or Eden’s joys for us are moot By Alexander Pushkin

We’ve got to have forbidden fruit Or Eden’s joys for us are moot By Alexander Pushkin

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That Year The Autumn By Alexander Pushkin

That Year The Autumn By Alexander Pushkin

That Year The Autumn By Alexander Pushkin That year the autumn weather lingered Over the field and around the yards, Winter held back, Nature awaited, In January only snow fell at last On the third, at night. And waking early Tatyana saw through the window clearly The yard all covered with morning ... »

The Less We Show Our Love By Alexander Pushkin

The Less We Show Our Love By Alexander Pushkin

The Less We Show Our Love By Alexander Pushkin The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely In the flattering toils of philandery. For, as usual, cold blooded, lechery Obtains its fame from the science of love, Always trumpetin... »

The Estate By Alexander Pushkin

The Estate By Alexander Pushkin

The Estate By Alexander Pushkin The estate in which our bored Yevgeny Now lived, was in fact a fine retreat: There a lover of the simpler pleasures Would thank the heavens for his fate. His mansion house was solitary, Sheltered by hills in windy weather, And stood by a river. Stretching away Far of... »

Such Were The Thoughts By Alexander Pushkin

Such Were The Thoughts By Alexander Pushkin

Such Were The Thoughts By Alexander Pushkin Such were the thoughts of my Yevgeny. For, from the days of his first youth He was the victim of wildest fancy, Unbridled passions for him were truth. Spoiled by life’s usual encounters, For a time some girl would enchant his heart, But then another... »

The Statetly Mansion By Alexander Pushkin

The Statetly Mansion By Alexander Pushkin

The Statetly Mansion By Alexander Pushkin The stately mansion was built and planned As all good mansions should really be: Sturdily set in the peaceful land In the refined taste of an age gone by. All of the rooms were wide and lofty, Silk wall paper embellished the drawing room, And portraits of t... »

Where Now Then By Alexander Pushkin

Where Now Then By Alexander Pushkin

Where Now Then? By Alexander Pushkin “Where now then? Ah, these poetic characters!” “Goodbye, Yevgeny, it’s time. I must..” “I do not keep you. But tell me, please, Where do you spend your evenings now?” ” At the Larins.” “Ah, there, but h... »

I Still See You By Alexander Pushkin

I Still See You By Alexander Pushkin

I Still See You By Alexander Pushkin “I still see nothing wrong in that .” “But tedious, that’s what is wrong, my friend.” “I hate your modern, fashionable set. Give me the home life and home circle, Where I may…” “Ah! How pastoral! Enough, enough. Fo... »

My Uncle By Alexander Pushkin

My Uncle By Alexander Pushkin

My Uncle By Alexander Pushkin “My uncle, a most worthy gentleman, When he fell seriously ill, By snuffing it made us all respect him, Couldn’t have done better if he tried. His behaviour was a lesson to us all. But, God above, what crushing boredom To sit with the malingerer night and d... »

If I Walk By A. Pushkin

If I Walk By A. Pushkin

If I Walk By A. Pushkin If I walk the noisy streets, Or enter a many thronged church, Or sit among the wild young generation, I give way to my thoughts. I say to myself: the years are fleeting, And however many there seem to be, We must all go under the eternal vault, And someone’s hour is al... »

Who is Not Bored By Alexander Pushkin

Who is Not Bored By Alexander Pushkin

Who is Not Bored By Alexander Pushkin Who is not bored with acting a part, Repeating with variation the same old thing, Striving solemnly to assert A fact known to all from long ago, To listen to the same tedious objections, Do battle with rooted convictions, Such as never were and never have been ... »

So Thought By Alexander Pushkin

So Thought By Alexander Pushkin

So Thought By Alexander Pushkin So thought our young ne’er-do-well Flying through the dust on a mail coach. By the supreme will of Zeus He was the inheritor of all his kin. Good friends of Ludmilla and Ruslan! With the hero of my romance Allow me to make you acquainted Without further prelude... »

The Storm By Alexander Pushkin

The Storm By Alexander Pushkin

The Storm By Alexander Pushkin The storm wind covers the sky Whirling the fleecy snow drifts, Now it howls like a wolf, Now it is crying, like a lost child, Now rustling the decayed thatch On our tumbledown roof, Now, like a delayed traveller, Knocking on our window pane. Our wretched little cottag... »

Let’s Go Then By Alexander Pushkin

Let’s Go Then By Alexander Pushkin

Let’s Go Then By Alexander Pushkin “Let’s go then.” – They set off rapidly, And soon at the Larin’s are ensconced. The attentiveness at times was wearying Of the old fashioned hospitality. Of well known treats a plethora: Preserves on dishes are brought in, On a ... »

He Settled In The Sitting Room

He Settled In The Sitting Room

He Settled In The Sitting Room He settled in the sitting room Where the old-timer in his country ways For forty years had gazed from the window Or balled at the housekeeper, or swatted flies. A simple room, with oaken floors, Two cupboards, a table and a stuffed settee, And not a single spot of ink... »

The Night – Alexander Pushkin

The Night – Alexander Pushkin

My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle, Disturbs the velvet of the dark night’s mantle, By my bedside, a candle, my sad guard, Burns, and my poems ripple and merge in flood — And run the streams of love, run, full of you alone, And in the dark, your eyes shine like the prec... »

The Name – Alexander Pushkin

The Name – Alexander Pushkin

What is my name to you? ‘T will die: a wave that has but rolled to reach with a lone splash a distant beach; or in the timbered night a cry … ‘T will leave a lifeless trace among names on your tablets: the design of an entangled gravestone line in an unfathomable tongue. What is it... »

The Dream – Alexander Pushkin

The Dream – Alexander Pushkin

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... »

The Night – Alexander Pushkin

The Night – Alexander Pushkin

My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle, Disturbs the velvet of the dark night’s mantle, By my bedside, a candle, my sad guard, Burns, and my poems ripple and merge in flood — And run the streams of love, run, full of you alone, And in the dark, your eyes shine like the prec... »

The Prophet – Alexander Pushkin

The Prophet – Alexander Pushkin

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. He touched my ears in movemen... »

The Singer – Alexander Pushkin

The Singer – Alexander Pushkin

Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe – The bard of love, the singer of his mourning. When fields were silent by the early morning, To sad and simple sounds of a pipe Did you attend? Did you behold in dark of forest leaf The bard of love, the singer of his sadness? The trace of tears, the smil... »

The Talisman – Alexander Pushkin

The Talisman – Alexander Pushkin

Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight’s vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where with the seraglio’s graces Daylong toys the Mussulman, An enchantress ‘mid embraces Handed me a talisman. ‘Mid embraces I was bidden: “Guard thi... »

The Upas Tree – Alexander Pushkin

The Upas Tree – Alexander Pushkin

Deep in the desert’s misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman of a lifeless land. The wilderness, a world of thirst, in wrath engendered it and filled its every root, every accursed grey leafstalk with a sap that killed. Dissolving in the midday sun... »

The Water-Nymph – Alexander Pushkin

The Water-Nymph – Alexander Pushkin

In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies and eternal fast. Already with a humble shovel The elder dug himself a grave – As, calling saints to bless his hovel, Death – nothing other – did he crave. So onc... »

The wondrous moment of our meeting – Alexander Pushkin

The wondrous moment of our meeting – Alexander Pushkin

The wondrous moment of our meeting… Still I remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty’s angel pure and clear. In hopeless ennui surrounding The worldly bustle, to my ear For long your tender voice kept sounding, For long in dreams came features dear. Time passed. Unr... »

The Wish – Alexander Pushkin

The Wish – Alexander Pushkin

I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation; And I am silent; my murmur is dead, My soul, sunk in a depression’s shade, Hides in its depths the bitter exultation. I don’t deplore my passing dream of life — Vanish in dark, the empty apparition! I care only for my love’s infliction, And let me di... »

Thou and You – Alexander Pushkin

Thou and You – Alexander Pushkin

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!R... »

To Gnedich – Alexander Pushkin

To Gnedich – Alexander Pushkin

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... »

To My Friends – Alexander Pushkin

To My Friends – Alexander Pushkin

The chain of golden days and nights Is still your heritage from Deity, And, still, the languid maidens’ eyes Are turned to you as well intently. So, play and sing, friends of my years! Lose very quickly passing evening, And, at your heedless joy and singing, I will be smiling through my tears. ~ To ... »

Worse Than an Idyl

Worse Than an Idyl

1815-1816 Worse than an idyl and colder than an ode, A misanthrope – by Hell, by Silliness – a bard – In what a terrible and quite mischievous mode Has Nature raised her ugly ward! You are afraid of men, as of some deathly illness, Oh, miserable sample of the appalling dream! Be joyuos, evil fool! Y... »

And You By Alexander Pushkin

And You By Alexander Pushkin

And you, benevolent, fastidious reader, In your imported new barouche, Leave the city, which is uncouth, Which you enjoyed throughout the winter, Join me and my impatient Muse And listen to the forest’s hum Above the nameless rivulet’s noise, Where Yevgeny in his rural home, That idle h... »

As Happens By Alexander Pushkin

As Happens By Alexander Pushkin

As happens, the flattering voice of the times Praised the lewd boldness it saw in him. It is true, from a pistol at twenty paces He could hit a playing card in bang on. And we may mention that once in battle Carried away by a rapturous calling, He distinguished himself by boldly falling From his Ka... »

In Those Days By Alexander Pushkin

In Those Days By Alexander Pushkin

In those days, when at the Lyceum I peacefully opened forth into bloom, I took Apuleius to my bosom, But for Cicero there was little room. And in days spent far in secret valleys In spring, where swans have a dying call, Near waters where the quiet lights fall, The Muse began to visit me. And sudde... »

Sloping Pine By Alexander Pushkin

Sloping Pine By Alexander Pushkin

On a sloping pine branch, downward bending Often an early morning breeze Over the peaceful gravestone wending Rocked to and fro a silent wreath. And often, when the sky was darkened, Arm in arm two friends came here, And in the moonlight sat and hearkened, Embraced each other, and shed a tear. But ... »

Chased By Rays By Alexander Pushkin

Chased By Rays By Alexander Pushkin

Chased by the rays of springtime sun The snow already from surrounding hills In turbid streams begins to run To meet the liquid flooded fields. Awakening nature with a smile Greets the first dawning of the spring; The skies sparkle with a blue wing; Transparently the woods beguile With green, a dow... »

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin Tatyana, (to her heart’s core a Russian, Herself not knowing the reason why), With all their cold and frigid beauty, Loved Russian winters with great passion: The sun-lit hoar-frost on frozen days, Sledge rides, and from the sunset’s glow The rosy radiance o... »

Near Hills By Alexander Pushkin

Near Hills By Alexander Pushkin

Near hills, which lie in half a circle, We’ll make our way to where a stream Around a meadow runs and gurgles, To a river, through a wood of limes. There the nightingale, the Spring’s lover, Sings all night long; the wild thyme blows, And sounds of waters sweetly hover ― There is the po... »

The Time Invites By Alexander Pushkin

The Time Invites By Alexander Pushkin

The time invites: you seasoned idlers, Sages of Epicurean rule, You, fortunate philosophers, You, fledglings of the Levshin school, You, Priams of the countryside, And all you sentimental ladies, The spring calls to the fields, the lanes, The time of warmth, of work, of blossoms, The time of stroll... »

Using My Own Rules By Alexander Pushkin

Using My Own Rules By Alexander Pushkin

But, using my own rule as measure, With passion only as my law, Sharing the crowd’s wild taste and pleasure, My sprightly Muse, locked in my heart’s core, I took to noisy feasts and brawls, Challenging the watch in the midnight streets. And there in the hubbub of the halls She brought a... »

Winter By Alexander Pushkin

Winter By Alexander Pushkin

Winter By Alexander Pushkin Winter ! The peasant breathes a sigh, Renews his sledge, and makes his way. His horse, snorting in the fresh snow With a finicky trot gets along somehow. And now the dashing kibitka flies, In the powdery snow cutting feathery furrows. The coachman sits huddled upon his b... »

And Now By Alexander Pushkin

And Now By Alexander Pushkin

And now I am the first to reward The Muse with an evening reception; Her rural unadorned perfection With jealous timidity I guard. Through the bulging crowds of aristocrats, The military show-offs, diplomats, And haughty women she glides straight past, And seated quietly at last Admires the noisy c... »

In One Of The Tents By Alexander Pushkin

In One Of The Tents By Alexander Pushkin

In one of the tents an old man is awake, He sits in front of the dying fire Warmed by the heat that the ashes make And in the distant fields he looks afar Where the nighttime mists have strewed them over. He awaits the return of his young daughter Who in the empty steppes has gone to wander, She is... »

Seeing That Lensky By Alexander Pushkin

Seeing That Lensky By Alexander Pushkin

Seeing That Lensky By Alexander Pushkin Seeing that Lensky had already gone, Onegin, again oppressed with gloom, Alongside Olga became as stone, But pleased with the damage he had done. While she beside him dancing idly, Yawned and glanced around for Lensky, Tired by the endless cotillon, Which exh... »

And So By Alexander Pushkin

And So By Alexander Pushkin

And so, forgetting St. Petersburg, The gorgeous feasts, the lights, the speeches, Amidst Moldavia’s gloomy reaches My Muse visited the nomad yurts, The peaceful tribes in their wandering tents, And among them grew savage and unkempt, Exchanging the language of the gods For those strange, meag... »

In Those Days By Alexander Pushkin

In Those Days By Alexander Pushkin

In those days, when at the Lyceum I peacefully opened forth into bloom, I took Apuleius to my bosom, But for Cicero there was little room. And in days spent far in secret valleys In spring, where swans have a dying call, Near waters where the quiet lights fall, The Muse began to visit me. And sudde... »

Sloping Pine By Alexander Pushkin

Sloping Pine By Alexander Pushkin

On a sloping pine branch, downward bending Often an early morning breeze Over the peaceful gravestone wending Rocked to and fro a silent wreath. And often, when the sky was darkened, Arm in arm two friends came here, And in the moonlight sat and hearkened, Embraced each other, and shed a tear. But ... »

And Now By Alexander Pushkin

And Now By Alexander Pushkin

And now I am the first to reward The Muse with an evening reception; Her rural unadorned perfection With jealous timidity I guard. Through the bulging crowds of aristocrats, The military show-offs, diplomats, And haughty women she glides straight past, And seated quietly at last Admires the noisy c... »

Chased By Rays By Alexander Pushkin

Chased By Rays By Alexander Pushkin

Chased by the rays of springtime sun The snow already from surrounding hills In turbid streams begins to run To meet the liquid flooded fields. Awakening nature with a smile Greets the first dawning of the spring; The skies sparkle with a blue wing; Transparently the woods beguile With green, a dow... »

The Time Invites By Alexander Pushkin

The Time Invites By Alexander Pushkin

The time invites: you seasoned idlers, Sages of Epicurean rule, You, fortunate philosophers, You, fledglings of the Levshin school, You, Priams of the countryside, And all you sentimental ladies, The spring calls to the fields, the lanes, The time of warmth, of work, of blossoms, The time of stroll... »

As Happens By Alexander Pushkin

As Happens By Alexander Pushkin

As happens, the flattering voice of the times Praised the lewd boldness it saw in him. It is true, from a pistol at twenty paces He could hit a playing card in bang on. And we may mention that once in battle Carried away by a rapturous calling, He distinguished himself by boldly falling From his Ka... »

In One Of The Tents By Alexander Pushkin

In One Of The Tents By Alexander Pushkin

In one of the tents an old man is awake, He sits in front of the dying fire Warmed by the heat that the ashes make And in the distant fields he looks afar Where the nighttime mists have strewed them over. He awaits the return of his young daughter Who in the empty steppes has gone to wander, She is... »

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin Tatyana, (to her heart’s core a Russian, Herself not knowing the reason why), With all their cold and frigid beauty, Loved Russian winters with great passion: The sun-lit hoar-frost on frozen days, Sledge rides, and from the sunset’s glow The rosy radiance o... »

And You By Alexander Pushkin

And You By Alexander Pushkin

And you, benevolent, fastidious reader, In your imported new barouche, Leave the city, which is uncouth, Which you enjoyed throughout the winter, Join me and my impatient Muse And listen to the forest’s hum Above the nameless rivulet’s noise, Where Yevgeny in his rural home, That idle h... »

Near Hills By Alexander Pushkin

Near Hills By Alexander Pushkin

Near hills, which lie in half a circle, We’ll make our way to where a stream Around a meadow runs and gurgles, To a river, through a wood of limes. There the nightingale, the Spring’s lover, Sings all night long; the wild thyme blows, And sounds of waters sweetly hover ― There is the po... »

Using My Own Rules By Alexander Pushkin

Using My Own Rules By Alexander Pushkin

But, using my own rule as measure, With passion only as my law, Sharing the crowd’s wild taste and pleasure, My sprightly Muse, locked in my heart’s core, I took to noisy feasts and brawls, Challenging the watch in the midnight streets. And there in the hubbub of the halls She brought a... »

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