Treasure Island

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Poems of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

61. To Chadaev 3/31/2010
62. To Lily 3/31/2010
63. To My Friends 1/3/2003
64. To Natasha 3/31/2010
65. To The Don 3/31/2010
66. To... (Kern) 3/31/2010
67. Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky 3/31/2010
68. Under The Blue Skies... 3/31/2010
69. Upon The Hills Of Georgia 3/31/2010
70. Why Feed The Early Signs Of Boredom? 3/31/2010
71. Winter Evening 3/31/2010

Muse

In my youth's years, she loved me, I am sure.
The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure
And harked to me with smile -- without speed,
Along the ringing holes of the reed,
I got to play with my non-artful fingers
The peaceful songs of Phrygian village singers,
And the important hymns, that gods to mortals bade.
>From morn till night in oaks' silent shade
I diligently harked to the mysterious virgin;

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