Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems

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