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    The Poetry Of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin: "Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry."
    The Poetry Of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin: "Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry."
    The Poetry Of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin: "Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry."
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    The Poetry Of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin: "Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry."

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    Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was born into Russian nobility in Moscow on 26th May, 1799. His father was able to trace his distinguished ancestry back to the 12th century and his mother came from Swedish and German nobility. Pushkin’s great grandfather was a black African, rescued from slavery by Peter the Great who raised and educated him. To the present day, Pushkin is still considered as the greatest poet Russia has ever produced and the founder of Russian literature. His talent was recognised from the age of 15 when he published his first poem but due to his commitment to social reform and his becoming a spokesperson for the radical literary set, he was unpopular with the Tsarist government who expelled him from the capital and prevented him from travelling or publishing at will. In 1828 he met and proposed to the famed teenage beauty, Natalya Goncharova but she didn’t accept his proposal until she received assurances from the government that Pushkin would not be persecuted. They eventually married in 1830 and had 4 children. Opinion is divided as to whether Pushkin was a Romantic or paved the way for Realism, but it is unanimously agreed that his literary legacy cannot be over estimated as his rich talent for expression spread into Russian culture with his invention of numerous new words or claques that are still used today. He died on 10th February 1837. Here we publish some of his finest works.

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    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateJan 27, 2014
    ISBN9781783947911
    The Poetry Of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin: "Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry."

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      The Poetry Of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin - Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

      The Poetry Of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

      Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was born into Russian nobility in Moscow on 26th May, 1799.  His father was able to trace his distinguished ancestry back to the 12th century and his mother came from Swedish and German nobility although Pushkin’s great grandfather was a black African, rescued from slavery by Peter the Great who raised and educated him. 

      To the present day, Pushkin is still considered as the greatest poet Russia has ever produced and the founder of Russian literature.  His talent was recognised from the age of 15 when he published his first poem but due to his commitment to social reform and his becoming a spokesperson for the radical literary set, he was unpopular with the Tsarist government who expelled him from the capital and prevented him from travelling or publishing at will. 

      In 1828 he met and proposed to the famed teenage beauty, Natalya Goncharova but she didn’t accept his proposal until she received assurances from the government that Pushkin would not be persecuted.  They eventually married in 1830 and had 4 children with his great granddaughter, Nadejda, marrying the uncle of Prince Phillip, the Duke of Edinburgh.

      Whilst opinion is divided as to whether Pushkin was a Romantic or paved the way for Realism, it is unanimously agreed that his literary legacy cannot be over estimated as his rich talent for expression spread into Russian culture with his invention of numerous new words or claques that are still used today.  He died on 10th February 1837 but numerous places are named in his honour throughout the world and beyond - a planet discovered in 1997 and a crater on Mercury.

      Index Of Poems

      A Serenade

      A Magic Moment I Remember

      A Winter Evening

      A Wish

      Arion

      Autumn

      Bound For Your Distant Home

      Confession

      Curious

      Day's Rain Is Done

      Demon

      Don’t Ask Me Why

      Eastern Song

      Friendship

      Goblins Of The Steppes

      I Love Thee

      Imitation

      Impromtu On Ogareva

      I've Lived To See Desire Vanish

      Lyric written in 1830

      May 26, 1828

      Morpheus

      Muse

      Night

      Night Piece

      Old Man

      On Count Voronstov

      Remembrance

      She

      Solitude

      Tatiana's Letter

      Tempest

      The Bakchesarian Fountain

      The Black Shawl

      The Caucas

      The Coach Of Life

      The Coming Of Winter

      The Delibash

      The Dream

      The Duel

      The High Road In Winter

      The Last Flower

      The Memorial

      The Name

      The Night

      The Poet

      The Prophet

      The Roussalka

      The Singer

      The Song Of The Kasak

      The Talisman

      The Upas Tree

      The Vision

      The Wish

      Thou and You

      Thoughts

      To ----

      To Chadaev

      To Lily

      To My Friends

      To Natasha

      To The Don

      To... (Kern)

      Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky

      Under The Blue Skies...

      Upon The Hills Of Georgia

      A Little Bird

      In alien lands I keep the body

      Of ancient native rites and things:

      I gladly free a little birdie

      At celebration of the spring.

      I'm now free for consolation,

      And thankful to almighty Lord:

      At least, to one of his creations

      I've given freedom in this world! 

      A Serenade

      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? Wilt wake thee

      Guitar tones so light?

      The argus-eyed greybeard

      My swift sword shall smite.

      The ladder of ropes

      Throw me fearlessly now!

      Dost falter? Hast thou, Sweet,

      Been false to thy vow?

      I watch Inesilla

      Thy window beneath,

      Deep slumbers the villa

      In night's dusky sheath! 

      A Magic Moment I Remember

      A magic moment I remember:

      I raised my eyes and you were there,

      A fleeting vision, the quintessence

      Of all that's beautiful and rare 

      I pray to mute despair and anguish,

      To vain the pursuits world esteems,

      Long did I hear your soothing accents,

      Long did your features haunt my dreams. 

      Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered

      The reveries that once were mine

      And I forgot your soothing accents,

      Your features gracefully divine. 

      In dark days of enforced retirement

      I gazed upon grey skies above

      With no ideals to inspire me

      No one to cry for, live for, love. 

      Then came a moment

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