Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov (1814 - 1841 / Russia)
At life's most testing moment, when
the grieving heart's replete,
a prayer that is most potent then
I call up and repeat.
There is a power, suffused with grace,
when living words combine,
a breath beyond the commonplace,
that holds a joy divine.
Like dead-weight slipping from the brain
now fades my unbelief -
I trust again, shed tears again,
and such relief, relief…
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov's Other Poems
- A Prayer
- A Song
- Bored And Sad
- Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother
- Forever you, the unwashed Russia!
- From Demon
- Heaven And The Stars
- I Go Out On The Road Alone
- In High Noon's Heat
- Like An Evil Spirit
- Native Land
- No, I'm not Byron; I am, yet
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