Poems
14.03.2010 / 23.30 pm
 
by Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
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As a wild flower hangs its head and wilts
Beneath the reaper's killing scythe,
Ill, I awaited my untimely end
And thought: the fateful hour's nigh.
With eyes already veiled by Erebus' thick gloom,
My heart slowed down its beat:
I was collapsing, disappearing, and it seemed
The sun of youth had set.
Then you arrived, O my heart's joy,
And with the breath of your red lips,
The flaming tears of your bright eyes
The union of our kisses,
The strength of loving words and passionate sighs
You called me back from gloomy realms,
From Orcus's fields and Lethe's shores
Sweet pleasures to enjoy again.
You give me life once more, it is your healing gift,
I'll breathe you in until my grave.
My mortal hour will ev'n be sweet:
For now I die of love.


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The Friend's Shadow

Sunt aliquid manes; letum non omnia finit;
Luridaque evictos effugit umbra rogos.
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My Inspiration

O recollection of the heart! You're stronger
Than reason's cheerless recollection.
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Odysseus' Fate

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Bereft and wandering, Odysseus,
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The Frogs

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Goodbye To The Poetry Of Calcium

Dark cypresses--
The world is uneasily happy;
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How It's Done

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(Perfect stranger)
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To Auntie

"Chief of our aunts"--not only I,
But all your dozen of nurselings cry--
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Eden

A learned and a happy ignorance
Divided me
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