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I Loved You - Alexander Pushkin

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I Loved You

I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

Alexander Pushkin

http://falcon.jmu.edu/~pleckesg/Pushkin/Operas.html

Many composers -- Russian and otherwise -- wrote operas based on the works of Pushkin.

Verse Works

The Triumph of Bacchus--Aleksandr Dargomyzhskii (1848) Ruslan and Liudmila--Mikhail Glinka (1842) Eugene Onegin--Piotr Chaikovskii (1879) Mazeppa [Based on Poltava--Piotr Chaikovskii (1884) Rusalka--Aleksandr Dargomyzhkii (1856) The Captive of the Caucasus--Cesar Cui (1883) Aleko [Based on "The Gypsies--Sergei Rakhmaninov(1893) Mavra [Based on "The Little House at Komna--Igor Stravinskii (1922)

Fairy Tales
The Tale of Tsar Saltan-- Nikolai Rimskii-Korsakov (1900)
The Golden Cockerel-- Nikolai Rimskii-Korsakov(1909)

Little Tragedies
The Stone Guest--Aleksandr Dargomyzhskii (1872)
Mozart and Salieri--Nikolai Rimskii-Korsakov(1898)
A Feast in the Time of Plaque--Cesar Cui (1901)
The Covetous Knight--Sergei Rakhmaninov (1906)

The Big Tragedy
Boris Godunov--Modest Musorgskii (1869)
Prose Works
La Dame du pique--Fromental Halevy (1850)
Pique dame--Franz von Suppe (1865)
The Queen of Spades--Piotr Chaikovskii (1890)
The Captain's Daughter--Cesar Cui (1911)
Dubrovskii--Eduard Napravnik(1895)
Winter Night [Based on "The Snowstorm"]--Ivan Dzerzhinskii (1946)
Lizinka [Based on "Mistress into Maid"]--Ivan Zajc(1878)

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/secret/fa...ushkingenealogy.html


Although the vast majority of African Americans are unfamiliar with Pushkin's monumental works, most students of literature are at least aware of his "Blackamoor of Peter the Great," an unfinished romance which relates the biographical data of the poet's great-grandfather, Ibrahim Petrovitch Gannibal his black great-grandfather.


http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/puskin.htm

Pushkin's Evgenii Onegin (1833), a novel in verse, is considered the greatest masterpiece of Russian literature. Evgenii Onegin is a dashing young aristocrat : "In French Onegin had perfected / proficiency to speak and write, / in the mazurka he was light; / his bow was wholle unaffected."

I play a Chopin Mazurka now! My bow is OK. TopHat

Have the heart of a gypsy, and the dedication of a soldier -Beethoven in Beethoven Lives Upstairs

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Vicky2Vicky2Member
Thank you Teo for this wonderful post.
I really like this poem.



quote:
I Loved You

I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

Alexander Pushkin



I will be away for a while, so have a happy holiday.

Love,
Vicky 2Hearts
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IndaIndaMerit-Amun
Thank you Teo. I love this post.


http://www.albionmich.com/inspiration/pushpoems.html

Alexander Pushkin (1799 - 1837)
Greatest Russian writer.

Wondrous moment.
(To ***)

The wondrous moment of our meeting...
I well remember you appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In hopeless ennui surrounding
The worldly bustle, to my ear
For long your tender voice kept sounding,
For long in dreams came features dear.

Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
Old dreams, and I >from year to year
Forgot how tender you had sounded,
Your heavenly features once so dear.

My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet --
Dull fence around, dark vault above --
Devoid of God and uninspired,
Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.

Sleep from my soul began retreating,
And here you once again appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In ecstasy the heart is beating,
Old joys for it anew revive;
Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting
The fire, and tears, and love alive.

1825

xxx
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IndaIndaMerit-Amun
Night
by: Alexander Pushkin (1799 - 1837)



My voice, to which love lends a tenderness and yearing,
Disturbs night's dreamy calm ... Pale at my bedside burning,
A taper wastes away ... From out my heart there surge
Stift verses, streams of love, that hum and sing and merge.
And, full of you, rush on, with passion overflowing.
I seem to see your eyes that, in the darkness glowing,
Meet mine ... I see your smile ... You speak to me alone:
My friend, my dearest friend ... I'm your's ... your own.
IndaIndaMerit-Amun
Alexander Pushkin - The Prophet

With fainting soul athirst for Grace,
I wandered in a desert place,
And at the crossing of the ways
I saw a sixfold Seraph blaze;
He touched mine eyes with fingers light
As sleep that cometh in the night:
And like a frightened eagle's eyes,
They opened wide with prophecies.
He touched mine ears, and they were drowned
With tumult and a roaring sound:
I heard convulsion in the sky,
And flight of angel hosts on high,
And beasts that move beneath the sea,
And the sap creeping in the tree.
And bending to my mouth he wrung
From out of it my sinful tongue,
And all its lies and idle rust,
And 'twixt my lips a-perishing
A subtle serpent's forkèd sting
With right hand wet with blood he thrust.
And with his sword my breast he cleft,
My quaking heart thereout he reft,
And in the yawning of my breast
A coal of living fire he pressed.
Then in the desert I lay dead,
And God called unto me and said:
"Arise, and let My voice be heard,
Charged with My will go forth and span
The land and sea, and let My word
Lay waste with fire the heart of man."
IndaIndaMerit-Amun
1821 Alexander Pushkin


I have outlasted all desire,
My dreams and I have grown apart;
My grief alone is left entire,
The gleanings of an empty heart.
The storms of ruthless dispensation
Have struck my flowery garland numb-
I live in lonely desolation
And wonder when my end will come.
Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted
By tardy winter's whistling chill,
A single leaf which has outlasted
Its season will be trembling still.
IndaIndaMerit-Amun
1823


A Little Bird

In alien lands devoutly clinging
To age-old rites of Russian earth,
I let a captive bird go winging
To greet the radiant spring's rebirth.

My heart grew lighter then: why mutter
Against God's providence, and rage,
When I was free to set aflutter
But one poor captive from his cage!
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Vicky2Vicky2Member
Aleksandr Pushkin

"The Flowers Of Autumn Days"
The flowers of autumn days
Are sweeter than the firsts of plains.
For they awaken an impression,
That’s strong, although it may be sad,
Just as the pain of separation
Is stronger than the sweet of date.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October, 1999
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, November, 1999

http://www.poetryloverspage.co...kin/pushkin_ind.html

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IndaIndaMerit-Amun
Aleksandr Pushkin

The Cloud
1835

The last one of clouds of scattered a tempest,
Just single you’re flying in azure, the prettiest,
Just single you’re bringing the sorrowful shade,
Just single you’re saddening day that is glad.

In nearest past, you were storming skies, mighty,
And were quite enwind by the powerful lightning,
And you were the womb for divine thunders birth,
And quenching with rain the insatiable earth.

Enough, now vanish! Your time is not endless -
The earth is refreshed and away gone the tempest;
And now the wind, fondling leaves of the trees,
With pleasure is driving you out the sky bliss.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, July 12, 2004

http://www.poetryloverspage.co...y/pushkin/cloud.html

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IndaIndaMerit-Amun
Aleksandr Pushkin

"Near the Area, Where Reigns Venice of Gold…"
1827

Near the area, where reigns Venice of gold,
One nightly gondolier, directing forth his boat,
To light of Vesper-star, sails o’er the quiet sea,
And there Erminia, Renaldo, Gottfried sings.
He loves his own song, and sings it for his frolic
Without far-looking plans; he knows neither glory
Nor any fear nor hope; with quiet Muse of his
He can sweeten his cruise over the waters’ deeps.
So on the sea of life, where tempests so severe
Chase, in obscurity, my sail, alone here, -
Like him, without response, I sing my own song,
And love to contemplate my secret verse for long.



Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, July 8, 2004

[url=http://www.poetryloverspage.com/yevgeny/pushkin/near_area_where_reigns_venice_of_gold.html]http://www.poetryloverspage.co..._venice_of_gold.html

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IndaIndaMerit-Amun
I am glad you like this thread Gisele.

Love, Inda
**********
Aleksandr Pushkin

The Dream

Not long ago, in a charming dream,
I saw myself -- a king with crown's treasure;
I was in love with you, it seemed,
And heart was beating with a pleasure.
I sang my passion's song by your enchanting knees.
Why, dreams, you didn't prolong my happiness forever?
But gods deprived me not of whole their favor:
I only lost the kingdom of my dreams.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, January, 2000
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, March, 2000

http://www.poetryloverspage.co...s/pushkin/dream.html

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Vicky2Vicky2Member

I Loved You

I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

Alexander Pushkin

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IndaIndaMerit-Amun
Aleksandr Pushkin

Aleksandr Pushkin

The Cloud

1835
The last one of clouds of scattered a tempest,
Just single you’re flying in azure, the prettiest,
Just single you’re bringing the sorrowful shade,
Just single you’re saddening day that is glad.

In nearest past, you were storming skies, mighty,
And were quite enwind by the powerful lightning,
And you were the womb for divine thunders birth,
And quenching with rain the insatiable earth. 

Enough, now vanish! Your time is not endless -
The earth is refreshed and away gone the tempest;
And now the wind, fondling leaves of the trees,
With pleasure is driving you out the sky bliss.

https://www.poetryloverspage.com/yevgeny/pushkin/cloud.html
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IndaIndaMerit-Amun

I Loved You

I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

Alexander Pushkin

IndaIndaMerit-Amun
Aleksandr Pushkin

Aleksandr Pushkin

The Hills of Georgia

The hills of Georgia are covered by the night;
Ahead Aragva runs through stone,
My feeling's sad and light; my sorrow is bright;
My sorrow is full of you alone,

Of you, of only you... My everlasting gloom
Meets neither troubles nor resistance.
Again inflames and loves my poor heart, for whom 
Without love, 'tis no existence.

https://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/pushkin/hills_of_georgia.html


Vicky2Vicky2Member

I Loved You

I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

Alexander Pushkin

Beautiful poetry.

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yokoyokoMember

I don't know how I missed this post and the lovely poetry'

Thank you Teo for sharing:

I Loved You

I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

Alexander Pushkin

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