Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

The Cliff - Poem by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

By a cliff a golden cloud once lingered;
On his breast it slept, but, rising early,
Off it gently rushed across the pearly
Blue of sky, a tiny thing and winged.

Still, a trace it left upon the stony
Giant's heart, and plunged in thought and weeping
Slow and tortured tears, he stands there, keeping
Vigil o'er the gloomy waste and lonely.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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