Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems

1. The Palm Branch Of Palestine 4/7/2010
2. The Dispute 4/7/2010
3. To A.C.S. 4/7/2010
4. The Gift Of The Terek 4/7/2010
5. The Dream 4/7/2010
6. To Kasbek 4/7/2010
7. To The Clouds 4/7/2010
8. The Sail 4/7/2010
9. The Demon 4/7/2010
10. The Leaf 1/1/2004
11. The Cliff 4/7/2010
12. To My Country 4/7/2010
13. The Prayer 4/7/2010
14. Testament 4/7/2010
15. A Song 4/7/2010
16. The Dagger 4/7/2010
17. The Poet's Dead 1/1/2004
18. In High Noon's Heat 1/1/2004
19. Meditation 4/7/2010
20. Like An Evil Spirit 4/7/2010
21. No, I'M Not Byron; I Am, Yet 4/7/2010
22. Prayer 4/7/2010
23. Forever You, The Unwashed Russia! 4/7/2010
24. Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother 4/7/2010
25. From Demon 4/7/2010
26. The Beggar 4/7/2010
27. Clouds 4/7/2010
28. Native Land 4/7/2010
29. On Napoleon's Death 4/7/2010
30. On Departure For The Caucas 4/7/2010
31. Heaven And The Stars 4/7/2010
32. On The Death Of Pushkin 4/7/2010
33. A Prayer 4/7/2010
34. Tamara 4/7/2010
35. Bored And Sad 1/1/2004
36. The Angel 1/1/2004
37. Sail 1/1/2004
38. I Go Out On The Road Alone 1/1/2004

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I Go Out On The Road Alone

Alone I set out on the road;
The flinty path is sparkling in the mist;
The night is still. The desert harks to God,
And star with star converses.

The vault is overwhelmed with solemn wonder
The earth in cobalt aura sleeps. . .
Why do I feel so pained and troubled?
What do I harbor: hope, regrets?

I see no hope in years to come,
Have no regrets for things gone by.
All that I seek is peace and freedom!
To lose myself and sleep!

But not the frozen slumber of the grave...
I'd like eternal sleep to leave
My life force dozing in my ...

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In High Noon's Heat

In high noon's heat in a Caucasian valley
I lay quite still, a bullet in my breast;
The smoke still rose from my deep wound,
As drop by drop my blood flowed out.

I lay alone upon the valley's sand;
The mountain ledges closed in all around,
Sun burned their yellow peaks
It burned me, too-but deep as death I slept.

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