Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Imitation - Poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I saw the Death, and she was seating
By quiet entrance at my own home,
I saw the doors were opened in my tomb,
And there, and there my hope was a-flitting
I'll die, and traces of my past
In days of future will be never sighted,
Look of my eyes will never be delighted
By dear look, in my existence last.

Farewell the somber world, where, precipice above,
My gloomy road was a-streaming,
Where life for me was never cheering,
Where I was loving, having not to love!
The dazzling heavens' azure curtain,
Beloved hills, the brook's enchanting dance,
You, mourn -- the inspiration's chance,
You, peaceful shades of wilderness, uncertain,
And all -- farewell, farewell at once.

Comments about Imitation by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

  • Rookie Delilah Miller (12/20/2006 12:36:00 AM)

    I think its sad how no one votes on these types of poems. They have something deep to say about the relaity of being human. We'll all have to face our deatj and say goodbye.
    Beautiful goodbye, sad bit you cant help but be inspired (Report) Reply

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