Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Lermontov was born in Moscow on 15th October 1814 to a retired army captain and his wife. At the age of three Lermotov's mother died and he was sent to live with his grandmother on her estate in Penzenskaya province. Here, the natural and at times exotic beauty of the area formed a lasting impression on him, as did the customs and ceremonies of the time and the stories, legends and folk songs that he heard.
In 1827 he moved with his grandmother to Moscow and attended boarding school. There he began to write poetry and study painting. Lermontov, like many other young writers at the time, was influenced heavily by English poet Lord Byron, as was shown by his first two poems ... more »
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Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems
A lonely sail is flashing white Amdist the blue mist of the sea!... What does it seek in foreign lands? What did it leave behind at home?..
I Go Out On The Road Alone
Alone I set out on the road; The flinty path is sparkling in the mist; The night is still. The desert harks to God, And star with star converses.
Bored And Sad
It's boring and sad, and there's no one around In times of my spirit's travail... Desires!...What use is our vain and eternal desire?.. While years pass on by - all the best years!
At midnight an angel was crossing the sky, And quietly he sang; The moon and the stars and the concourse of clouds Paid heed to his heavenly song.
Where waves of the Terek are waltzing In Dariel's wickedest pass, There rises from bleakest of storm crags An ancient grey towering mass.
On The Death Of Pushkin
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour, A sacrifice to slander's lust; The haughty Poet's head, the noblest, Bowed on his wounded breast in dust.
Faithful before thee, Mother of God, now kneeling, Image miraculous and merciful--of thee Not for my soul's health nor battles waged, beseeching,
On Napoleon's Death
Cold hears thy soul the praise or cursing of posterity. Quit of the human race, thou man of destiny!
Heaven And The Stars
Brilliant heavens of evening, Distant stars clearly shining, Bright as the rapture of childhood, O why dare I send you nevermore greeting--
Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother
Slumber sweet, my fairest baby, Slumber calmly, sleep— Peaceful moonbeams light thy chamber, In thy cradle creep;
On Departure For The Caucas
Farewell my hateful Russian country! People of lord and serf you are-- Farewell, salute, bent knee and hand-kiss,
Sailless and without a rudder, On the ocean of the air-- Float the choirs of stars harmonious, 'Mid the mists eternal there;
Clouds in the skies above, heavenly wanderers, Long strings of snowy pearls stretched over azure plains!
In High Noon's Heat
In high noon's heat in a Caucasian valley I lay quite still, a bullet in my breast; The smoke still rose from my deep wound, As drop by drop my blood flowed out.
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A lonely sail is flashing white
Amdist the blue mist of the sea!...
What does it seek in foreign lands?
What did it leave behind at home?..
Waves heave, wind whistles,
The mast, it bends and creaks...
Alas, it seeks not happiness
Nor happiness does it escape!
Below, a current azure bright,
Above, a golden ray of sun...
Rebellious, it seeks out a storm
As if in storms it could find peace!