A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation
Stormy clouds delirious straying,
Showers of whirling snowflakes white,
And the pallid moonbeams waning–
Sad the heavens, sad the night!
Further speeds the sledge, and further,
Loud the sleighbell’s melody,
Grewsome, frightful ’tis becoming,
‘Mid these snow fields now to be!
Hasten! “That is useless, Master,
Heavier for my team their load,
And my eyes with snow o’er plastered
Can no longer see the road!
Lost all trace of our direction,
Sir, what now? The goblins draw
Us already round in circles,
Pull the sledge with evil claw!
See! One hops with frantic gesture,
In my face to grin and hiss,
See! It goads the frenzied horses
Onward to the black abyss!
In the darkness, like a paling
One stands forth,–and now I see
Him like walking-fire sparkling–
Then the blackness,–woe is me!”
Stormy clouds delirious straying,
Showers of snowflakes whirling white,
And the pallid moonbeams waning–
Sad the heavens, sad the night!
Sudden halt the weary horses,
Silent too the sleighbells whirr–
Look! What crouches on the ground there?
“Wolf,–or shrub,–I know not, Sir.”
How the wind’s brood rage and whimper!
Scenting, blow the triple team;
See! One hops here! Forward Driver!
How his eyes with evil gleam!
Scarce controllable the horses,
How the harness bells resound!
Look! With what a sneering grimace
Now the spirit band surround!
In an endless long procession,
Formless, countless of their kind
Circle us in flying coveys
Like the leaves in Autumn wind.
Now in ghastly silence deathly,
Now with shrilling elfin cry–
Is it some mad dance of bridal,
Or a death march passing by?
Stormy clouds delirious straying
Showers of snowflakes whirling white,
And the pallid moonbeams waning–
Sad the heavens, sad the night!
Cloudward course the evil spirits
In unceasing phantom bands,
And their moaning and bewailing
Grip my heart with icy hands!
A few random poems:
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- Sonnet XI. On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer poem – John Keats poems
- A Hymn to Love by Robert Herrick
- Epitaph On An Infant. by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Джон Донн – Любовная наука
- Иван Варавва – Раскинет объятия поле
- Вера Звягинцева – Пойдёте пешком на кладбище
- Владимир Британишский – На берегу
- On the Same poem – John Milton poems
- Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries by Robert Burns
- Stones
- Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- Николай Карамзин – Стихи к портрету И.И. Дмитриева (Министр, поэт и друг)
- Владимир Маяковский – Продналог оставил деревне много лишка… (Главполитпросвет №157)
- Гавриил Державин – О удовольствии
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
- Юлия Друнина – Я ушла из детства в грязную теплушку
- Юлия Друнина – Я, признаться, сберечь не сумела шинели
- Юлия Друнина – Я порою себя ощущаю связной
- Юлия Друнина – Я не привыкла
- Юлия Друнина – Я курила недолго, давно, на войне
- Юлия Друнина – Я горожанка
- Юлия Друнина – Хорошо молодое лицо
- Юлия Друнина – Все грущу о шинели
- Юлия Друнина – Ветер с фронта
- Юлия Друнина – Верность
- Юлия Друнина – Веет чем-то родным и древним
- Юлия Друнина – В сорок пятом
- Юлия Друнина – В школе
- Юлия Друнина – В семнадцать
- Юлия Друнина – В манеже
- Юлия Друнина – В голом парке коченеют клёны
- Юлия Друнина – Убивали молодость мою
- Юлия Друнина – У моря
- Юлия Друнина – Ты рядом
- Юлия Друнина – Ты должна
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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.