Apollon Nikolayevich Maykov
Apollon Nikolayevich Maykov Poems
- In Memory Of My Daughter Clear on the night of my spirit, To...
- The Aeolian Harp The land lies parched in sun,- to heaven the...
- At Easter Drawing near the Easter Sunday With the ...
- Swans White Swans, ye harbingers of Spring, a greeting fond ...
- O Mountains Of My Native Count... 'O mountains of my native ...
- Mother And Child 'Mother, why weepest thou ever For my ...
- To Sleep When shadows pale are sinking in hues the twilight ...
Apollon Nikolayevich Maykov (or Maikov) (June 4 1821, Moscow – March 20 1897, Saint Petersburg) was a Russian poet, best known for his lyric verse, showcasing images of Russian villages, nature, and Russian history. His love for ancient Greece and Rome, which he studied for much of his life, is also reflected in his works. Maykov spent four years translating the epic The Tale of Igor's Campaign (1870) into the modern Russian, translated the folklore of Belarus, Greece, Serbia, Spain, as well as the works of Heine, Adam Mickiewicz and Goethe among others. Many of Maykov's poems were put to music by N. Rimsky-Korsakov and Tchaikovsky.
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In Memory Of My Daughter
Clear on the night of my spirit,
To me shines the glance of a star,
It is she! My heart's little maiden!
From her glance gleams something afar,
Of victory, deathless, eternal-
Something that musing, misgiving,
Pierces the essence of being!
It cannot be! It cannot be!
She lives- soon she will waken; straightway
Will ope her pretty eyes,- glad she
Will prattle merry, laughing gay!
And when in tears beholding me-
Will smiling, kissing, cry consoling,
'Papa- it is but playing- See!
I live,- yes! Leave off mourning!'
But cold and mute she lies, ...