Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov

(1787 - 1855 / Russia)

Recovery - Poem by Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov

As a wild flower hangs its head and wilts
Beneath the reaper's killing scythe,
Ill, I awaited my untimely end
And thought: the fateful hour's nigh.
With eyes already veiled by Erebus' thick gloom,
My heart slowed down its beat:
I was collapsing, disappearing, and it seemed
The sun of youth had set.
Then you arrived, O my heart's joy,
And with the breath of your red lips,
The flaming tears of your bright eyes
The union of our kisses,
The strength of loving words and passionate sighs
You called me back from gloomy realms,
From Orcus's fields and Lethe's shores
Sweet pleasures to enjoy again.
You give me life once more, it is your healing gift,
I'll breathe you in until my grave.
My mortal hour will ev'n be sweet:
For now I die of love.


Comments about Recovery by Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov

  • Rookie Danuta Glendenning (9/16/2006 6:21:00 PM)

    I love the melancholy of the Russian soul. Seeing this world without love as a dark and gloomy place (Erebus) which we cross on our way to Hades (Hell) . Why has it always got to be Hades? But he gives that thought a miss when love blooms again. To die of love. How lovely! (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



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?

Read poems about / on: flower, strength, red, joy, sun, heart, kiss



Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



[Hata Bildir]