Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

A Song - Poem by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

Dry leaf trembling on the branches
Before the blast,
Poor heart quaking in the bosom
For woe thou hast;
Ah what matter if the wind then,
Withered leaf from blooming linden
Should scatter wide?
Would for this the twig or branches
Have wailing sighed?
And should the lad his fate upbraid,
Although he ignominious fade--
And in an alien country die?
Will for him the beauteous maid
Complaining cry?


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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