Love Poems – Page 3380

• The Horse (Pushkin, tr. Dmitri Smirnov)

  "My ardent horse, why are you neighing? / Why are you hanging your neck? / Why do you not shake you mane, …

• How blest the youth whom Fate ordains

  How blest the youth whom Fate ordains / A kind relief from all his pains, / In some admired fair; …

• How brittle are the Piers

  How brittle are the Piers / On which our Faith doth tread — / No Bridge below doth totter so — …

• How dare the robins sing,

  How dare the robins sing, / When men and women hear / Who since they went to their account …

• How destitute is he

  How destitute is he / Whose Gold is firm / Who finds it every time …

• How Far From Home

  I hear the rising tempest moan, / My failing limbs have weary grown, / The flowers are shut, the streams are dried, …

• How far is it to Heaven?

  How far is it to Heaven? / As far as Death this way — / Of River or of Ridge beyond …

• How firm Eternity must look

  How firm Eternity must look / To crumbling men like me / The only Adamant Estate …

• How fits his Umber Coat

  How fits his Umber Coat / The Tailor of the Nut? / Combined without a seam …

• How fleet — how indiscreet an one —

  My little devices to live till Monday would woo your sad attention - Full of work and plots and little happinesses the Thought of you protracts them all and makes them sham and cold - / How fleet - how indiscreet an one - / how always wrong is Love - …

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