Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I saw the Death, and she was
By quiet entrance at my own home,
I saw the doors were opened in my tomb,
And there, and there my hope was a-flittingI'll die, and traces of my

Gift haphazard, unavailing,
Life, why were thou given me
Why art thou to death
Sentenced by dark destiny

What's friendship
The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inaction,

I loved you:  yet the love, maybe,
Has not extinguished in my heart;
But hence may not it trouble thee;
I do not want to make you sad

Oh,
Morpheus, give me joy till
For my forever painful love:
Just blow out candles'

Day's rain is done
The rainy mist of
Spreads on the sky, leaden apparel wearing,
And through the pine-trees, like a ghost appearing,  The moon comes up with hidden light

What means my name to you
…T'will
As does the melancholy
Of distant waves or, of a summer,

Bound for your distant homeyou were leaving alien lands
In an hour as sad as I’ve knownI wept over your hands
My hands were numb and cold,still trying to restrainyou, whom my hurt toldnever to end this pain
But you snatched your lip...

Stormy clouds delirious straying,
Showers of whirling snowflakes white,
And the pallid moonbeams waning--Sad the heavens, sad the night
Further speeds the sledge, and further,

I watch Inesilla  Thy window beneath,
Deep slumbers the villa  In night's dusky sheath
Enamoured I linger,  Close mantled, for thee--With sword and with guitar,  O look once on me
Art sleeping

I
VE
OU - I love you, e'en as
Rage at myself for this obsession,

I loved thee; and perchance until this
Within my breast is smouldering still the fire
Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal,
Nothing shall rouse again the old desire