Alexander Pushkin
Alexander Pushkin
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin; 6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837) was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era who is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth6 June 1799
CityMoscow, Russia
CountryRussian Federation
ecstasy piece sugar tea
Ecstasy is a glassful of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
dearer illusion
The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us then ten-thousand truths.
dream thousand
It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
our-love ruins toil
The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely In the flattering toils of philandery.
beautiful famous-love vision
Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up - you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
dream failure heart
I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.
inspirational obsession impulse
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
want study language
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
flames reason beats
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
glasses tea pieces
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
dream lonely grief
I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings 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.
whole-life meetings has-beens
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...
heart moscow riches
Moscow... how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! what store of riches it imparts!
dream autumn meditation
Sad that our finest aspiration Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.