Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Poems

1. 'I am in Chains...' 11/26/2015
2. The Bronze Horseman 1/13/2016
3. Dear Chains 11/22/2014
4. I Loved You Once 6/4/2015
5. No Tears 11/22/2014
6. The Flower 1/2/2015
7. The Water-Nymph 11/22/2014
8. Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky 3/31/2010
9. The Delibash 3/31/2010
10. The Song Of The Kasak 3/31/2010
11. Upon The Hills Of Georgia 3/31/2010
12. To The Don 3/31/2010
13. To Chadaev 3/31/2010
14. The Bakchesarian Fountain 3/31/2010
15. The High Road In Winter 3/31/2010
16. The Caucas 3/31/2010
17. Why Feed The Early Signs Of Boredom? 3/31/2010
18. The Roussalka 3/31/2010
19. Winter Evening 3/31/2010
20. The Poet 3/31/2010
21. Old Man 3/31/2010
22. The Vision 3/31/2010
23. The Coming Of Winter 3/31/2010
24. Under The Blue Skies... 3/31/2010
25. Night Piece 3/31/2010
26. The Coach Of Life 3/31/2010
27. Thou And You 3/31/2010
28. To Lily 3/31/2010
29. Impromtu On Ogareva 3/31/2010
30. Goblins Of The Steppes 3/31/2010
31. The Memorial 3/31/2010
32. The Last Flower 3/31/2010
33. The Duel 3/31/2010
34. The Black Shawl 3/31/2010
35. To... (Kern) 3/31/2010
36. To Natasha 3/31/2010
37. Night 3/31/2010
38. She 3/31/2010
39. Thoughts 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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