Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Bound for your distant home


Bound for your distant home
you were leaving alien lands.
In an hour as sad as I’ve known
I wept over your hands.
My hands were numb and cold,
still trying to restrain
you, whom my hurt told
never to end this pain.

But you snatched your lips away
from our bitterest kiss.
You invoked another place
than the dismal exile of this.
You said, ‘When we meet again,
in the shadow of olive-trees,
we shall kiss, in a love without pain,
under cloudless infinities.’

But there, alas, where the sky
shines with blue radiance,
where olive-tree shadows lie
on the waters glittering dance,
your beauty, your suffering,
are lost in eternity.
But the sweet kiss of our meeting ......
I wait for it: you owe it me .......

Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2003

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  • Rookie - 13 Points Ravi A (7/28/2009 10:14:00 AM)

    Yet another immortal piece from the pen of Pushkin. The parting has been beautifully sketched and the expectation of the next meeting has all its eagerness and softness of heart. 'You owe it me...'. Who would expect such a kind of end? 'cloudless infinities'... very poetic indeed. We all wish we could master his pen. (Report) Reply

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