Day 627 of the daily poems. Our translator poet Timothy Adès brings us a short and poignant verse from the great Russian poet Aleksandr Pushkin
Sing them no more, my beauty
by Aleksandr Pushkin (1799-1837)
translation by Timothy Adès
Sing them no more, my beauty,
Sad Georgian songs, no more,
Reminding me of another
Life, and a distant shore.
Your cruel tunes remind me
Of the steppe and of the night
And of my darling far away
And her face in the moonlight.
Aleksandr Pushkin
translation by Timothy Adès