Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems

1. In High Noon's Heat 1/1/2004
2. The Cliff 4/7/2010
3. To A.C.S. 4/7/2010
4. To Kasbek 4/7/2010
5. A Song 4/7/2010
6. Like An Evil Spirit 4/7/2010
7. The Dagger 4/7/2010
8. Testament 4/7/2010
9. The Palm Branch Of Palestine 4/7/2010
10. To The Clouds 4/7/2010
11. The Leaf 1/1/2004
12. The Poet's Dead 1/1/2004
13. The Dispute 4/7/2010
14. Prayer 4/7/2010
15. From Demon 4/7/2010
16. Meditation 4/7/2010
17. The Prayer 4/7/2010
18. The Sail 4/7/2010
19. The Demon 4/7/2010
20. The Gift Of The Terek 4/7/2010
21. Native Land 4/7/2010
22. On Departure For The Caucas 4/7/2010
23. Forever You, The Unwashed Russia! 4/7/2010
24. The Dream 4/7/2010
25. The Beggar 4/7/2010
26. Clouds 4/7/2010
27. Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother 4/7/2010
28. Heaven And The Stars 4/7/2010
29. No, I'M Not Byron; I Am, Yet 4/7/2010
30. A Prayer 4/7/2010
31. On Napoleon's Death 4/7/2010
32. Bored And Sad 1/1/2004
33. The Angel 1/1/2004
34. Tamara 4/7/2010
35. To My Country 4/7/2010
36. On The Death Of Pushkin 4/7/2010
37. I Go Out On The Road Alone 1/1/2004
38. Sail 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

Sail

A lonely sail is flashing white
Amdist the blue mist of the sea!...
What does it seek in foreign lands?
What did it leave behind at home?..

Waves heave, wind whistles,
The mast, it bends and creaks...
Alas, it seeks not happiness
Nor happiness does it escape!

Below, a current azure bright,
Above, a golden ray of sun...
Rebellious, it seeks out a storm
As if in storms it could find peace!

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In High Noon's Heat

In high noon's heat in a Caucasian valley
I lay quite still, a bullet in my breast;
The smoke still rose from my deep wound,
As drop by drop my blood flowed out.

I lay alone upon the valley's sand;
The mountain ledges closed in all around,
Sun burned their yellow peaks
It burned me, too-but deep as death I slept.

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