Alexander Pushkin
- Poet, by Andrey Kneller
(Until the poet’s summoned thus...) - The Poet, by Nick Derkatch and Dimitri Derkatch
(While the poet is not required...)
Aleksandr Puškin (suomi)
- Runoilija, Lauri Kemiläinen
(Apollo runoilijaa milloin...)
«What you are wont to name as inspiration, / Delicacy of hearkening I call; / Hours there are that palpably enthrall, / When I hear the plaintive incantation. Of someone who above my spirit stirred: / I hark, I grope, I feel, my senses wane... / I labour on until I shape again / The thin...»
«Down yonder, 'mid hills in a shimmering bend / Lo, the city afar. / Pale village and woodland before it extend, / Where tintings of meadow and pasturage blend, / The city gleams faintly afar. Nor dwelling, nor yard - but in shadows of night, / Somethi...»
«From moistened clay by God was I created, / But never freed from earthly guise. / With peaks and valleys I am federated / E'en as myself, the earth I prize. When gazing on the distant roads I ponder, / Methinks that feeling I can grasp / How wheels thereon, and stones and feet that wander...»
«(i.) Thou earth with guile and irksome woe, / Art yet a mother unto me! / Mute mother mine, I love thee so, / Thou earth with guile and irksome woe! / How sweet in earth's embrace to be, / Nestling to her when May's aglow! / Thou earth with guile and irksome woe, / Art yet a mother un...»