Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems

1. To A.C.S. 4/7/2010
2. To Kasbek 4/7/2010
3. To The Clouds 4/7/2010
4. The Palm Branch Of Palestine 4/7/2010
5. The Sail 4/7/2010
6. The Demon 4/7/2010
7. The Gift Of The Terek 4/7/2010
8. The Dream 4/7/2010
9. The Dispute 4/7/2010
10. The Leaf 1/1/2004
11. To My Country 4/7/2010
12. The Prayer 4/7/2010
13. The Cliff 4/7/2010
14. Testament 4/7/2010
15. The Poet's Dead 1/1/2004
16. A Song 4/7/2010
17. The Dagger 4/7/2010
18. Like An Evil Spirit 4/7/2010
19. In High Noon's Heat 1/1/2004
20. Forever You, The Unwashed Russia! 4/7/2010
21. No, I'M Not Byron; I Am, Yet 4/7/2010
22. Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother 4/7/2010
23. The Beggar 4/7/2010
24. Prayer 4/7/2010
25. From Demon 4/7/2010
26. Meditation 4/7/2010
27. Native Land 4/7/2010
28. On Departure For The Caucas 4/7/2010
29. Clouds 4/7/2010
30. Heaven And The Stars 4/7/2010
31. On Napoleon's Death 4/7/2010
32. On The Death Of Pushkin 4/7/2010
33. A Prayer 4/7/2010
34. Tamara 4/7/2010
35. Bored And Sad 1/1/2004
36. The Angel 1/1/2004
37. I Go Out On The Road Alone 1/1/2004
38. Sail 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

Sail

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!

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The Poet's Dead

The Poet's dead! - a slave to honor -
He fell, by rumor slandered,
Lead in his breast and thirsting for revenge,
Hanging his proud head!...
The Poet's soul could not endure
Petty insult's disgrace.
Against society he rose,
Alone, as always...and was slain!
Slain!...What use is weeping now,

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