Yevgeny Baratynsky Poems
- Love Poison, we drink in love - the sweetest one, But ...
- A Bard's Sweet Song... A bard's sweet song mends ailing ...
- Don'T Imitate Don't imitate: the gift is special here, And ...
- You'Re Useless, Days... You're useless, days! The earthly ...
- Two Fates Wise Providence gave our perception The choice ...
- To Imitators When, by sorrow inspired, The poet sings his ...
- The Sculptor When fixed his gaze upon the stone, The artist ...
Yevgeny Abramovich Baratynsky (2 March 1800 – July 11, 1844) was lauded by Alexander Pushkin as the finest Russian elegiac poet. After a long period when his reputation was on the wane, Baratynsky was rediscovered by Anna Akhmatova and Joseph Brodsky as a supreme poet of thought.
Of noble ancestry, Baratynsky was educated at the Page Corps at St. Petersburg, from which he was expelled at the age of 15 after stealing a snuffbox and five hundred roubles from the bureau of his accessory's uncle. After three years in the countryside and deep emotional turmoil, he entered the army as a private.
In 1820 the young poet made his acquaintance with Anton Delvig, who rallied his ... more »
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Poison, we drink in love - the sweetest one,
But that's the poison, what we drink,
And always pay for joy, that's briefest one,
With sadness of the long days' link.
"The flames of love are flames of happiness",
Everyone says; but what's a fact?
It empties, in its fierce craziness,
The every soul, it attracts!
Who will be able to stifle the memories,
Of days of suffering and happiness,
Of your enchanting days, oh love?
Then I'd return to life, to joy and fun,
And put my soul before your bright one