Old Man Poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Old Man
I’m not that lover, filled with passion, -
That youth, who left the world amazed:
Alas, my spring and summer passed now,
And didn’t leave a single trace.
Cupid, the god of youth and love and virtue!
I used to be your steadfast servant;
Oh, if I could be reborn, - I’d serve you
Even more passionate and fervent!
The older we get the less passionate we are about the doing of life... because aging takes us closer to death and kindly begins untieing the bonds of life so it isn't as hard to see death coming down the street.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/21/2024 1:38:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Steadfast servant... thanks for posting....