Submit Poems
Get Your Premium Membership


 I saw the Death, and she was seating
By quiet entrance at my own home,
I saw the doors were opened in my tomb,
And there, and there my hope was a-flitting
I'll die, and traces of my past
In days of future will be never sighted,
Look of my eyes will never be delighted
By dear look, in my existence last.
Farewell the somber world, where, precipice above, My gloomy road was a-streaming, Where life for me was never cheering, Where I was loving, having not to love! The dazzling heavens' azure curtain, Beloved hills, the brook's enchanting dance, You, mourn -- the inspiration's chance, You, peaceful shades of wilderness, uncertain, And all -- farewell, farewell at once.

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - ImitationEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Top Alexander Pushkin Poems

Analysis and Comments on Imitation

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Imitation here.