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SuomiThe poems
On a Bare Hill’s Top…
On a bare hill’s top, in the North, wild and cold, A lone pine-tree somewhere stands; She dozes, swaying, all covered by snow With a mantel from feet to a head. She sees in her dreams: in a faraway desert, In lands where the sun enters skies, Alone and sad, on a rock’s sunburnt lather,...
The People Of Israel, Cry, Cry!
The people of Israel, cry, cry! You lost your star, divine and blessed; It will not ever light the sky – And dark will catch the earthly place. There is, at last, a single man, Who’d lost the whole world at that; Void of a thought, a sense, midst plains, He sought her trace’s easy...
The Prayer
When my life is arduous, If sadness freezes blood, I say one prayer marvelous, I learned it all by heart. There’s vigor unbelievable In living words’ accords, And breathes unfamiliar And holly charm in words. A heart becomes not troublesome, And doubts go awry, And comes the truth and...
The Prophecy
A year will come, the year of Russia, last, When the monarchs’ crown will be cast; Mob will forget its former love and faith, And food of many will be blood and death; When the cast off law will not guard A guiltless woman and a feeble child; When the plague on bodies, sick or […]
Prophet
Since that time when the highest court Had given me the prophet’s vision, In eyes of men I always caught The images of sin and treason. Then I began to promulgate The clear love’s and truth’s commandment: At me all humans threw for that Hard sticks and stones, like the madmen. I...
Requiem
There is a blest place: by the trace In wilderness, in a little glade’s middle, Where in the eve, mists twine and bristle In moony silver’s easy lace… My friend! You know that glade, fair; There dig a pit and let me rest, When I will cease to breathe in air. Give to that grave […]
The Sail
The sail is whitening alone In blue obscurity of sea: What did it leave in country own? What does it want so far to see. The wind is strong, the mast is creaking, The wave is playing with the wave … But not a fortune is it seeking, Nor from this fortune is its way. […]
Their Love Was So Gentle…
Their love was so gentle, so long, and surprising, With pining, so deep, and zeal, like a crazy uprising! But, much like foes, they shunned their meetings, confessions… And were cold and empty their short conversations. They left each other in suffering, wordless and proud, And only in dreams,...
To A. O. Smirnov
If you are here, I want to hear, You’re absent – I’ve a lot to say; But, mute, you look at me severe, And I am silent on my way. What can I do? I haven’t a blessing To please you with my simple tongue… All this could sometimes be great fun, If were not […]
To the Countess Rostopchin
Under the same star, I am sure, We both crossed the worldly rims; We stepped along same road poor, And were deceived by same false dreams. Well, from my noble goal early Deprived by passions, wild and strong, I had forgot, while fighting vainly, My youthful years’ sacred songs. And seeing early...
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Mikhail Lermontov was descended from George Learmont, a Scottish officer who entered the Russian service in the early seventeenth century. His literary fame began with a poem on the death of Pushkin, full of angry invective against the court circles ; for this Lermontov, a Guards officer, was...
To Naryshkin
All pity you: you’re so tired! You didn’t want at all to dance – And spent all night in dancing mire! Wasn’t it so good to stop at last? But if men rightly could distinguish Your mind and goodness of your words, — I swear by timelessness of gods – Mazurkas will be quite...
To the Picture Of Rembrandt
You understood, oh glum perfection, Those sadly and unconscious dreams, The rush of zeal and inspirations – All that Lord Byron conquered with. I see the image, that’s half-shown, But strongly and abruptly marked. Is that a runaway, well known, In holy cassock of a monk? Maybe, his mind, so...
To the Portrait
Like a boy, she is curly and frisky, Like a butterfly – wrapped in the brightness; And words that are empty or misty, In her lips, are full of a kindness. She can’t like a person for long: Hates habits as chains on her body, A snake, she will slip away, strong, And fly far […]
To Trubetskoy
The world has gone to whole null; Takes no kind of intimation; Tell him not straight, “You are a fool.” – He’ll take it as an acclamation! They used to hate, in a whole span, All with a seal of sense, forever! So, if I want to hurt a man, I would him call one […]
To ***
Enough of sparing shameful sin! Are, truly, blackguards’ shields — the crowns? Let fools adore them herein, Let t’other lyre pour them sounds. But, you, Bard, stop singing forthwith, A golden wreath is not your wreath. While living from your land apart Be proud as with life in...
Waves And People
Waves roll in columns on their usual route – Splashing and humming, they run; People, too, stride in a lousy crowd – Every one trails everyone. Waves favor cold of their slavery more Than heat of midday sunny rays, People take care of their souls… But lo! – Their souls are colder than...
We Stood In the Ranks…
We stood in the ranks — as a mute crowd, once, While putting our friend to a ground, Heard our chaplain’s murmur and, by chance, The roar of a tempest around. The shakos sparkled over the sacred abode, Immovable ones in a cloud, With a cap of an uhlan and his fighting sword, The...
When, in the Cornfield…
When, in the cornfield, yellow waves are rising, The wood is rustling at the sound of soft wind, And, in the garden, crimson plums are hiding In pleasant shade of leaves, so shining ones and green; When, spilled with fragrant dew in calmness of the alley, In morning of a gold or evening of a...
Why
I am so sad because I worship you, I know: that your flourishing youth Will not be spared by the gossip’s persecution. For every sunny day or bit of sweet illusion You’ll pay the fate with tears and your pine. I’m sad… ’cause you’re so gay and fine. ...
Anchar
In desert, withered and burned, On ground that is dry and sultry, Anchar, alone in the world, Stands like an awful, silent sentry. The nature of the thirsty land, Has borne him on the day of terror, And flesh of roots and boughs, dead, Was filled with venom blood forever. The poison oozes through...
Angel
By gates of Eden, Angel, gentle, Shone with his softly drooped head, And Demon, gloomy and resentful Over the hellish crevasse flapped. The spirit of qualm and negation Looked at another one – of good, And fire of the forced elation First time he vaguely understood. “I’ve seen you,” he...
Arion
A lot of us were on the bark: Some framed a sail for windy weather, The others strongly and together Moved oars. In silence sunk, Keeping a rudder, strong and clever, The skipper drove the heavy skiff; And I — with careless belief — I sang for sailors… . But the stiff Whirl...
Artist
The lazy artist-boor is blacking The genius’s picture with his stuff, Without any sense a-making His low drawing above. But alien paints, in stride of years, Are falling down as a dust, The genius’s masterpiece appears With former brilliance to us. Like this, the darkly apparitions Are...
