Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Poems

1. Dear Chains 11/22/2014
2. No Tears 11/22/2014
3. The Water-Nymph 11/22/2014
4. The Flower 1/2/2015
5. Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky 3/31/2010
6. The Caucas 3/31/2010
7. The Song Of The Kasak 3/31/2010
8. The Delibash 3/31/2010
9. Upon The Hills Of Georgia 3/31/2010
10. The Bakchesarian Fountain 3/31/2010
11. Thou And You 3/31/2010
12. To Lily 3/31/2010
13. To The Don 3/31/2010
14. The Poet 3/31/2010
15. Night Piece 3/31/2010
16. To Chadaev 3/31/2010
17. The High Road In Winter 3/31/2010
18. Why Feed The Early Signs Of Boredom? 3/31/2010
19. The Vision 3/31/2010
20. Under The Blue Skies... 3/31/2010
21. The Roussalka 3/31/2010
22. Winter Evening 3/31/2010
23. The Black Shawl 3/31/2010
24. Old Man 3/31/2010
25. The Coming Of Winter 3/31/2010
26. The Duel 3/31/2010
27. The Coach Of Life 3/31/2010
28. Night 3/31/2010
29. Goblins Of The Steppes 3/31/2010
30. She 3/31/2010
31. To... (Kern) 3/31/2010
32. The Last Flower 3/31/2010
33. Impromtu On Ogareva 3/31/2010
34. Thoughts 3/31/2010
35. To Natasha 3/31/2010
36. The Memorial 3/31/2010
37. May 26, 1828 3/31/2010
38. Tatiana's Letter 3/31/2010
39. Eastern Song 3/31/2010
40. The Singer 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I Loved You

I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.


Translated by Genia Gurarie, 11/10/95

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The Night

My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle,
Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantle,
By my bedside, a candle, my sad guard,
Burns, and my poems ripple and merge in flood --
And run the streams of love, run, full of you alone,
And in the dark, your eyes shine like the precious stones,
And smile to me, and hear I the voice:
My friend, my sweetest friend... I love... I'm yours... I'm yours!

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