Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

The Sail - Poem by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

A single sail is bleaching brightly
Upon the waves caressing bland,
What seeks it in a stranger country?
Why did it leave its native strand?
When winds pipe high, load roar the billows
And with a crashing bends the mast,
It does not shun its luckless fortune,
Nor haste to port before the blast.
To-day the sea is clear as azure,
The sun shines gaily, faint the wind--
But it revolting, looks for tempest,
And dreams in storms its peace to find!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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