Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

A Wish - Poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The days drag on, each moment multiplies
Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness
Of an unhappy love and, dark, gives rise.
To sleepless dreams, the haunting dreams of madness
But I do not complain - instead, I weep;
Tears bring me solace, comforted they leave me.
My spirit, captive held by grief, a deep.
And bitter rapture finds in them, believe me.
Pass, life! Come, empty phantom, onward fly.
And in the silent void of darkness vanish.
Dear it to me my love's unending anguish;
If as I die I love, pray let me die.


Comments about A Wish by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

  • Practicing Poetess (10/2/2017 10:08:00 PM)


    This man truly comprehended grief.
    When the reader is able to relate to or identify with the words of the writer, then you have genuinely great writing.
    Wonderfully expressive poem from a Russian great.
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  • (10/2/2017 7:24:00 PM)


    and die he did. Rare, to get what you want. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/2/2017 1:24:00 PM)


    Instead, i weep! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/2/2017 7:01:00 AM)


    This is a beautiful poem on love and death with touching expression and beautiful diction. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/2/2017 12:42:00 AM)


    Such a great poem posted here....👍👍👍🤓🤓🤓 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010



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