A Wish Poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
A Wish
The days drag on, each moment multiplies
Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness
Of an unhappy love and, dark, gives rise.
To sleepless dreams, the haunting dreams of madness
But I do not complain - instead, I weep;
Tears bring me solace, comforted they leave me.
My spirit, captive held by grief, a deep.
And bitter rapture finds in them, believe me.
Pass, life! Come, empty phantom, onward fly.
And in the silent void of darkness vanish.
Dear it to me my love's unending anguish;
If as I die I love, pray let me die.
hello, Does anybody know who is the translator, thank you for the help!
This man truly comprehended grief. When the reader is able to relate to or identify with the words of the writer, then you have genuinely great writing. Wonderfully expressive poem from a Russian great.
Instead, i weep! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is a beautiful poem on love and death with touching expression and beautiful diction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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