Open Poetry #10 |
Elegy |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
*This is one of my translations from russian. Elegy BY: Alexander Pushkin From the elation of the years that faded, As though from drinking, I feel wearied, jaded. But still, the sorrow of lost years—like wine, Grows only stronger in my soul with time. My road is gloomy. Only work and sorrow Are promised by the raging seas of morrow. But, o my friends, I do not want to leave! I want to be alive, to think and grieve; And I predict, that I will find some pleasure Amidst anxiety, amidst the stress and pressure. One day, again, of harmony I’ll tire, Immersed in tears, I will reflect the dire And maybe then, my tragic, sad exile Love will illumine with a farewell smile. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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Denise
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Very good, Master! Denise |
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