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Aleksandr Pushkin The Poet 1827 While still Apollo isn’t demanding Bard at the sacred sacrifice, Through troubles of the worldly muddling He wretchedly and blindly shuffles; His holly lyre is quite silent; His soul’s in the sleeping, soft, And mid the dwarves of the world-giant, He, perhaps, is the shortest dwarf. But when a word of god’s commands, Touches his ear, always attentive, It starts – the heart of the Bard native – As a waked eagle ever starts. He’s sad in earthly frolics, idle, Avoids folks’ gossips, always spread, At feet of the all-peoples’ idol He does not bend his proud head; He runs – the wild, severe, stunned, Full of confusion, full of noise – To the deserted waters’ shores, To woods, widespread and humming loud…   Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November 13, 2003
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
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Aleksandr Pushkin The Poet 1827 While still Apollo isn’t demanding Bard at the sacred sacrifice, Through troubles of the worldly muddling He wretchedly and blindly shuffles; His holly lyre is quite silent; His soul’s in the sleeping, soft, And mid the dwarves of the world-giant, He, perhaps, is the shortest dwarf. But when a word of god’s commands, Touches his ear, always attentive, It starts – the heart of the Bard native – As a waked eagle ever starts. He’s sad in earthly frolics, idle, Avoids folks’ gossips, always spread, At feet of the all-peoples’ idol He does not bend his proud head; He runs – the wild, severe, stunned, Full of confusion, full of noise – To the deserted waters’ shores, To woods, widespread and humming loud…   Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November 13, 2003
Pushkin is not listed under the Classics tab here in HP, thus I am posting this from https://www.poetryloverspage.com/yevgeny/pushkin/poet.html
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
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