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Poetry by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

04:31 | 01/09/2019

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin is, by common agreement — at least among his own compatriots — the greatest of all Russian writers. The major part of his lyrical poetry was written between 1820 and 1830, but some of his poetical masterpieces were composed in the last seven years of his life, when he was turning his attention to prose. A development can be traced from the sparkling ebullience of his early verse — the crowning achievement of which is the first chapter of Evgeny Onegin, written in 1823 — to the concetrated expressiveness and restrained power of his later poetry. By effecting a new synthesis between the three main ingredients of the Russian literary idiom — the Church Slovanic, the Western European borrowings, and the spoken vernacular — Pushkin created the language of modern Russian poetry. His personal life was made difficult by his conflicts with the authorities who disapproved of his liberal views. He was killed in a duel. 

From “The Heritage of Russian Verse,” by Dimitri Obolensky

“Amidst the Noisy Ball…”






The Bacchic Song

The Bronze Horseman

The Burned Letter

The Cart Of Life

The Chronicle of the Versemaker

The Cloister on Kazbek

The Cloud

Conversation Of a Bookseller With a Poet

The Curious

The Deaf Once Called the Deaf…

The Demon

The Dream

The Elders…


Epigram To Death Of the Verse-Monger

Evgeny Onegin


Farewell, O, Faithful Leafy Groves!…

The Flower

The Flowers Of Autumn Days

For Shores Of Home…


Good for the Poet Who…

The Gypsies

The Gypsies (2)

The Hills of Georgia

How Sweet It is…

I am in Chains…

I Don’t Deplore the Years…

I Loved You…


I’m Left Alone At…

In Vain I’ve Thought to Hide…

In the Worldly Steppe…

It Grows Thin…

It’s Time, My Friend…

I Went Through All My…

I Will Be Silent Soon…

Just There, Over the Crowned…


The Land of Moscow…

The League of Ours Is…

Let a Bard, With…

Let God Help You…

Let Him, Who’s Crowned By…

A Little Bird

The Maiden



My Beauty, Do Not Sing For Me

My Used Ignorance…

A Naïve Zealot of the Alien…

Near the Area, Where Reigns Venice of Gold…

The Night

A Nightingale and a Rose

“Oh, Laziness, Come…”

“Oh, Muse of the Red…”

“Oh, Rome — a Proud Land…”


The Poet

Poet And Crowd

The Portrait



The Prophet

“The Raven to the Ravens Flies…”


Ruslan and Lyudmila

“The Saddened Crescent…”

“Save Me From Madness, God…”



The Singer


“Such as I Was Before…”

“Suppose That You Won…”


The Tempest

The Tenth Commandment

Thou and You


To the Baby

To the Beauty

To the Bust of the Conqueror

To E. N. Ushakova

To the Fountain Of the Palace Of the Bakchisarai

To I. I. Puschin

The Tokens of Superstition

To Morpheus

To My Friends

To a Poet

To the Portrait of Zhukovsky

To Scherbinin

To Vyazemsky

To Yazykov

To Zhukovsky

The Truth

“Tumansky’s Right When He…”


“What Means For You…”

“What’s Up? Why Are You…”

“When Your So Young and Fairy Years…”

“Who’d Fully Stopped You…”

“Why Have You To Sustain…”

Winter Evening

The Winter Road

The Wish

“Worse Than an Idyl…”

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