Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Don’t Ask Me Why - Poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Don’t ask me why, alone in dismal thought,
In times of mirth, I’m often filled with strife,
And why my weary stare is so distraught,
And why I don’t enjoy the dream of life;

Don’t ask me why my happiness has perished,
Why I don’t love the love that pleased me then,
No longer can I call someone my cherished--
Who once felt love will never love again;

Who once felt bliss, no more will feel its essence,
A moment’s happiness is all that we receive:
From youth, prosperity and joyful pleasantry,
All that is left is apathy and grief...


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  • Rookie - 158 Points Kevin Nash (10/29/2014 3:22:00 PM)

    lovely man...smoothly clear...love the first 4lines and the last 4 heart felt feelings then the loss and despair and the end (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010



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