Ivan Turgenev Poems

I fancied I was somewhere in Russia, in the wilds, in a simple country
house.
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Somewhere, sometime, long, long ago, I read a poem. It was soon forgotten
… but the first line has stuck in my memory-
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The last days of August…. Autumn was already at hand.

The sun was setting. A sudden downpour of rain, without thunder or
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I was returning from hunting, and walking along an avenue of the garden, my
dog running in front of me.
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I stood before a chain of beautiful mountains forming a semicircle. A
young, green forest covered them from summit to base.
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It was a vision…

Two angels appeared to me… two genii.
I say angels, genii, because both had no clothes on their
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Stay! as I see thee now, abide for ever in my memory!

From thy lips the last inspired note has broken. No light, no flash is
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'Neither the Jungfrau nor the Finsteraarhorn has yet been trodden by the
foot of man!'
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There was once a town, the inhabitants of which were so passionately fond
of poetry,
that if some weeks passed by without the appearance of
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Near a large town, along the broad highroad walked an old sick man.

He tottered as he went; his old wasted legs, halting,
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