Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Poems

41. The Coach Of Life 3/31/2010
42. The Coming Of Winter 3/31/2010
43. The Delibash 3/31/2010
44. The Dream 1/3/2003
45. The Drowned Man 12/31/2002
46. The Duel 3/31/2010
47. The Flower 1/2/2015
48. The High Road In Winter 3/31/2010
49. The Last Flower 3/31/2010
50. The Memorial 3/31/2010
51. The Name 1/3/2003
52. The Night 1/3/2003
53. The Poet 3/31/2010
54. The Prophet 1/3/2003
55. The Roussalka 3/31/2010
56. The Singer 1/3/2003
57. The Song Of The Kasak 3/31/2010
58. The Talisman 1/3/2003
59. The Upas Tree 1/3/2003
60. The Vision 3/31/2010
61. The Water-Nymph 11/22/2014
62. The Wish 1/3/2003
63. Thou And You 3/31/2010
64. Thoughts 3/31/2010
65. To ---- 1/21/2003
66. To Chadaev 3/31/2010
67. To Lily 3/31/2010
68. To My Friends 1/3/2003
69. To Natasha 3/31/2010
70. To The Don 3/31/2010
71. To... (Kern) 3/31/2010
72. Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky 3/31/2010
73. Under The Blue Skies... 3/31/2010
74. Upon The Hills Of Georgia 3/31/2010
75. Why Feed The Early Signs Of Boredom? 3/31/2010
76. Winter Evening 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I Loved You

I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.


Translated by Genia Gurarie, 11/10/95

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I Loved You Once

I loved you once, nor can this heart be quiet;
For it would seem that love still lingers there;
But do not you be further troubled by it;
I would in no wise hurt you, oh, my dear.
I loved you without hope, a mute offender;
What jealous pangs, what shy despairs I knew!
A love as deep as this, as true, as tender,
God grant another may yet offer you.

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