Treasure Island

Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet

(5 December 1820 - 3 December 1892 / Novosyolky)

With One Firm Thrust


With one firm thrust to force the boat of living
From off the sands, and, by a wave tossed high,
Be toward a new life borne, a new beginning,
To feel the wind from scented shores sweep nigh,

To wake from torpid sleep a mind turned sluggish,
To revel in the strange and the unknown,
To lend fresh breath to life, and joy to anguish,
To make another's cares and griefs your own,

To speak of things it numbs the tongue to utter,
To fire the timid heart that fierce 'tmay pound -
This can the chosen songsmith do, no other,
And 'tis for this that he is known and crowned!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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