Reading Russian Poetry
Ivanov: Love
We are two steeds, whose bridles grip / A single hand; a single spur propels us; / We are the two eyes of a single gaze, / The two beating wings of a single dream.
Mandelshtam: The Admiralty
To us was granted dominion over four elements; / But the free human being has created a fifth./ Is not the supremacy of space itself refuted / By this chastely constructed Ark?
Tyutchev: Two Poems on Russia
These poor villages, / This spare nature — / Native land of enduring patience, / O land of the Russian people!
Mandelshtam: Insomnia. Homer.
But whither do you sail? For what, if not for Helen? / What’s Troy to you alone, O bold Achaean swords?
Tyutchev: The Lutheran Service
Do you not see? Having packed for departure, / Faith stands before you for the last time: / She has yet to step across the threshold, / But her home already stands empty and bare…
Pasternak: Hamlet and Gethsemane
For parable-like is the course of ages: / Millennia may catch fire as they flow. / In tribute to their terrifying greatness, / Through torments, to my grave I meekly go…
Pushkin: The Demon
It was then that some malignant spirit / Began to visit me in secret. / Sad were our encounters…
Mayakovsky: An Extraordinary Incident
Shine — always, / shine — everywhere, / until the last days’ dregs are drained…
Lermontov: A Dream
In midday heat, in a valley of Dagestan, / With lead in my breast, I lay motionless; / The deep wound was still smoking, / Drop by drop my blood was being spent.
Pushkin: The Poor Knight
He once had a vision / Unfathomable to the mind, / And profound was the impression / It cut into his heart.
Lermontov: Alone I Set Out…
I no longer expect anything from life, / Nor do I regret the past in the least. / I seek freedom and repose! / I’d fain forget myself, and fall asleep!
Pushkin: God Forbid I Lose my Mind
With what delight I’d listen to the waves, / And stare, full of joy, / Into the empty heavens; / And strong, free would I be, / Like a whirlwind plowing the fields, / Shredding the forests…
Fet: The Sun Has Risen
I’ve come to you to say hello, / To tell you that the sun has risen, / That, with its hot light, / It has begun to flicker through the leaves…
Lermontov: The Angel
He bore a young soul in his embrace, / Bound for a world of sorrow and tears; / And in that young soul the sound of his song / Remained — without words, but alive…
Pushkin: I Recall A Wondrous Moment
I recall a wondrous moment: / You appeared before me / Like a fleeting vision, / Like a spirit of pure beauty…
Derzhavin: The River of Time
The river of time, in rushing onward, / Will bear away all the deeds of men, / And drown in oblivion’s abyss, / Peoples, kingdoms, and kings.
Lermontov: A Prophecy
The year will come, Russia’s year of black, / When the Tsars’ crown will tumble; / For it, the rabble will forget its former love, / And the food of many will be death and blood…
Lermontov: The Mountain Peaks
The mountain peaks / Slumber in the darkness of night; / The quiet valleys / Are full of fresh mist…
Lermontov: A Solitary Sail
A solitary sail shines white / In the bright blue haze of the sea! / What does it seek in a distant realm? / What did it leave behind in its native land?
Khodasevich: Swallows
Until all the blood seeps from your pores, / Until you cry your earthly eyes out, / You will not become spirit. / Wait…