Learn More

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Don’t Ask Me Why


Don’t ask me why, alone in dismal thought,
In times of mirth, I’m often filled with strife,
And why my weary stare is so distraught,
And why I don’t enjoy the dream of life;

Don’t ask me why my happiness has perished,
Why I don’t love the love that pleased me then,
No longer can I call someone my cherished--
Who once felt love will never love again;

Who once felt bliss, no more will feel its essence,
A moment’s happiness is all that we receive:
From youth, prosperity and joyful pleasantry,
All that is left is apathy and grief...

Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Do you like this poem?
2 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Don’t Ask Me Why by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin )

Enter the verification code :

  • Rookie - 158 Points Kevin Nash (10/29/2014 3:22:00 PM)

    lovely man...smoothly clear...love the first 4lines and the last 4 heart felt feelings then the loss and despair and the end (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  2. If, Rudyard Kipling
  3. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  4. Palanquin Bearers, Sarojini Naidu
  5. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  6. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  7. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  8. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  9. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  10. A Fairy Song, William Shakespeare

Poem of the Day

poet Sarah Flower Adams

O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
Or, true to the Almighty plan,
That out of dust created man,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]