Long Pushkin Poems

The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence to revolve around,
found wanting direction or course,
cursed with the thought...

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I Know The Truth
by Marina Tsvetaeva
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I know the truth?abandon lesser truths!
There's no need for anyone living to struggle!
See? Evening falls, night quickly descends!
So why the useless disputes?generals, poets, lovers?

The wind...

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Unquotable quotes: Poets, Poetasters and Platos – XXXVI

     For James McAuley – in remembrance of a memorable week in Cardiff 1965 

The greatest poet ever is NOT Homer, Lao Tse, Ovid,...

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(1.)
Thank I, That Purity Of Heart's Deepest Romantic Trills
(Inspired by verses that came to me, inspired by Nina's blog)

Her soliciting eyes, gift promises of hot flaming Love.
As ruby red, sensual lips offer honey from above
She...

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Ladies and gentlemen, laddies, lassies one and all
Water, water everywhere, be careful lest you fall.
Please take into account, we've found wet boards do shrink
and remind your children,  this water's not to drink. 

WHY, ye...

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(Honor Sent To Great Bard, Alexander Pushkin
Second Tribute Series, Fifth Poet)

(1.)
Poetry Gave Its Deep Rich Brilliance Unto Thee

Bard, what bright Light graced thy soft serenades
In late midnight hours, moonlight streaming down
Alas! With Time's fleeing flight,...

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You so are fine with gray-blue eyes of the rivers and lakes,
in magnificent clothes of woods and apple and cherry orchards,
You are magnificent in beads from berries of a mountain ash,
with a crown made from...

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I had read a short story by Alexander Pushkin once , about a greedy man , who was told 
that the total land area he could cover by galloping on horse back , between Sunrise...

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I love you, so I'm getting mad,
let my ado and shame are vainly 
And all my foolish thoughts aren't sanely
in feet of yours I bow my head.
It's not my face, it's not my age,
It's time...

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To you, my favorite Poet

I view you, as my sole comforter
You comfort me, with the beauty
Of your songs and verses
Written, by the power of your spirit

With love and passion; your work
Topped the best-sellers’ lists, a...

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A time of revolution...
of a poet was at hand.
Of turbulence and triumph,
independent in a land.

On Golovinsky Prospect
to the main street of Tiflis.
Exploits of Djugashvili...
Tilipuchui Tavern was a fleese.

European fashions, Pushkin gardens,
grand hotels.
Often singing melodies, 
he...

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In desert that is poor and dull
On soil that is scorched with fire
The Upas-tree stands as a hull
as guard who's one who knows no tire.

The prairie's nature had a thirst
begetting Him in day of fury,
It...

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About many famous cities we can talk:
London, Paris, Naples or New York,
But when you walk along Odessa
You will love our principessa
If you are wise enough and not a bore.

The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There’s...

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There're frost and sun, the day is fairy,
You're sleeping yet, sweetheart, you're merry,
It's time, wake up, my pretty lass,
Open your eyes that are so tender
towards Aurora and her splendour 
Rise like the Northern star to...

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(The  fantastic  excursion for children from 6 to11 years)

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A horde of weary eyes
at the false fountain of youth
in demo against
the fading of the majestic night;
their hushed voice vibrates against 
my seat, as I enjoy the skyline
while the silver moon, secretly
sips my ice-cold compote.

That...

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I can remember time of wonder
when you appeared before my eyes
like fleeting vision like a thunder,
pure queen of beauty and sunrise.

In tiresome longing of despair
in noisy troubles of ado
your tender voice was in my air
I...

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I Loved You
by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I loved you ... perhaps I love you still ...
perhaps for a while such emotions may remain.
But please don’t let my feelings trouble you;
I do...

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She told me she loved Pushkin
and yet somehow, she loved me 
my gentle heart and purple prose
made her think of Mister P

Awash in florid idioms 
and romantic imagery,
my modest little poems
drew this blazing star to...

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I hated you twice: that second hate has yet 
To lie down a much longer within my heart;      
Sure it will bother you not for awhile,    ...

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The Meandering Brook
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the brook meanders across the moorland,
dividing heather and bracken with banks
adorned with wetland flora, looking grand.
sandy patches, fauna can fill their tanks.

birds of many feathers' quench their thirst, bathe.
water shrew, get lucky, a...

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‘ Look at me ‘ said the full moon, -
‘ no moths circle my light
though they circle the lamp above you !
If  you are patient for a while
I shall move a little - round...

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I Loved You
by Alexander Pushkin
English translation by Michael R. Burch

I loved you ... perhaps I love you still ...
perhaps for a while such emotions may remain.
But please don’t let my feelings trouble you;
I do not...

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In pale sunshine as Winter bids farewell
A pretty face appears to spark a smile
Of golden dreams to cast a lighter spell
And thoughts of spring in languid minds compile.
On peaceful mornings, bird song finds its voice
As...

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Three little pigs, as you remember--
two lazy pigs build shoddy huts,
one shack of straw and one of timber--
was meant to warn us of short cuts.
The third pig builds with brick and mortar,
and in that house...

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