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Hello Cyrano,
Thank you for the poem, especially for turkish translation.
Pushkin is one of my favourites.
Here is my favourite poem, although I love them all. They all are very close to my soul.Sometimes feel like I used to live in that era.
To... (Kern)
Alexander Pushkin
I still recall the wondrous moment
When you appeared before my eyes,
Just like a fleeting apparition,
Just like pure beauty's distillation.
When'er I languished in the throes of hopeless grief
Amid the troubles of life's vanity,
Your sweet voice lingered on in me,
Your dear face came to me in dreams.
Years passed. The raging, gusty storms
Dispersed my former reveries,
And I forgot your tender voice,
Your features so divine.
In exile, in confinement's gloom,
My uneventful days wore on,
Bereft of awe and inspiration
Bereft of tears, of life, of love.
My soul awakened once again:
And once again you came to me,
Just like a fleeting apparition
Just like pure beauty's distillation.
My heart again resounds in rapture,
Within it once again arise
Feelings of awe and inspiration,
Of life itself, of tears, and love.
Aleksandr Pushkin(1799-1837) was born in Moscow. On his father's side he was descended from an ancient noble family and on his mother's side he was a great-great-grandson of a Abyssinian, Gannibal, who served under Peter the Great. In his childhood the future poet was entrusted to nursemaids, French tutors, and governesses. He learned Russian from household serfs and from his nanny, Arina Rodionovna. Pushkin started to write poems from an early age. His first published poem was written when he was only 14.
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