Lyudmila Purgina

Freshman - 702 Points (Russian Federation)

M.Gorky, The Song About A Stormy Petrel - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

The song about a stormy petrel

By Maxim Gorky

Alongside the grey-haired sea plain
Wind is gathering the clouds.
Between clouds and the sea plain
There's a proud petrel flying,
As a black flicker of lightning.
Once he is touching the sea wave's edge,
Then is flying up to heavens
As an arrow, and he cries...
The clouds hear joy in his brave shout.

In this scream - the thirst for gale,
Force of anger, flame of passion,
And the certainty of triumph
Hear the clouds in his shout.

Sea gulls moan before the storming,
Moan, rush above the sea plain,
They are ready to a bottom
Hide their horror before gale.

And the loons are also scared,
They can't catch the battle enjoyment,
They are frightened by a thunder.

A silly penguin is shyly hiding
His fat body in the cliffs... Only
The proud petrel hovers bravely
Above the sea, covered with foam.

Darker, darker are the clouds,
Close they have come to sea plain,
And the waves are singing, longing
To the height to meet a thunder.

Thunder's rolling. In a wrath's foam
Waves are moaning, to wind resisting.
Wind embraces the flocks of waves and
In wild spite to cliffs them throws,
Breaking into sprays and splashes
Bulks of the emerald-green waves hard.

The stormy petrel, screaming, hovers,
As the black lightning in heavens,
As an arrow, he is piercing
The grey clouds, with his wing
He is picking up the wave's foam.

Here flies he, as a demon,
The proud, black demon of gale, -
And he is laughing, he is crying...
At the clouds he is laughing,
From the joy he's surely crying!

In thunder's whirl - he's the heedful demon,
He, for long, feels there the tiredness,
He's aware, that the clouds
Can't hide sun forever, though!

Wind is howling... Thunder's rolling...

As a blue flame the clouds're blazing
Above the sea chasm. The sea is picking
The arrows of lightnings and extinguishes
them in depth.As the fiery snakes,
the reflections of lightnings
Writhe in sea and disappear!

Gale! Soon it will be surely gale!

This is the brave petrel flying
proudly among the lightnings,
Above the roaring sea in anger;
this is the prophetic shout:

- Stronger be a coming gale!

Comments about M.Gorky, The Song About A Stormy Petrel - Translation (Rus.) by Lyudmila Purgina

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 23, 2013

Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]