Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

Bored And Sad - Poem by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

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!

To love...but love whom?.. a short love is vexing,
And permanent love's just a myth.
Perhaps look within? - The past's left no trace:
All trivial, joys and distress...

What good are the passions? For sooner or later
Their sweet sickness ends when reason speaks up;
And life, if surveyed with cold-blooded regard,-
Is stupid and empty - a joke...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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