Alexander Pushkin (26 May 1799 – 29 Jan 1837) wrote his first poem at 15 and have written much controversial poetry. The one who had written the poem, “I Love You” in 1829. Pushkin was a famous romantic poet as well as expert in bringing realism into his work. Anybody who reads the poem, feels his love as fresh as green, soft and tender like petals of a lotus. Conscious awakening poem is motivated talks of one side love and brings no selfishness, respectful attitude toward his lady love.
Poem: “I Love You” by Alexander Pushkin
I loved you, and I probably still do.
And for a while, the feeling may remain.
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness- though in vain-
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.
Next person in this poem is not revealed whether she was his wife Natalia Goncharova or his lover Anna P Markova — Vinogradskaya (Kern).
Pushkin was soon died post serious wound when he was 37, his brother-in-law wounded him. The cause of death due to peritonitis (his brother-in-law, George d'Anthe's shot a bullet into the abdomen of Pushkin).
The fight between Alexander Pushkin and George d’Anthe’s was a baseless conflict that did not solve. It was a rumour that the wife of George, and Alexander was in love. Alexander's Married Lover Anna Petrovna Kern (11 February 1800 – 27 May 1879) is very popular for Pushkin's famous romantic poem “To Kern” (wrote in 1825, and translated by Dimitri Smirnov)
Poem: “To*** Kern” Love poem
I keep in mind that magic moment:
When you appeared before my eyes
Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,
Like genius of the purest grace.
In torturous hopeless melancholy,
In vanity and noisy fuss
I’ve always heard your tender voice
I saw your features in my dreams.
Years passed away, and blasts of tempests
Have scattered all my previous dreams,
And I forgot your tender voice,
And holy features of your face.
In wilderness, in gloomy capture
My lonely days were slowly drawn:
I had not faith, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no tender love.
But time has come, my soul awakened,
And you again appeared to me
Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,
Like genius of the purest grace.
My heart again pulsates in rapture,
And everything arouse again:
My former faith, and inspiration,
And tears, and life, and tender love.
The Poet talks sensible, changes of his life irrespectively because of his lover. In his pain, living alone or troublesome voice, Alexander hears her as clear as she is near him. Every time he watches her features in his dream clear and crystal. Away from hospitality and in dark solitary life, he slow down his days and Pushkin feels — there is no life when I'm not with you.
But, soon his love appears in heartbroken time, on the field of uncultivated land and as soon as her feet touched the infertile soil, it turns into green. The rain of hope starts pouring on the thirsty land and flowers blossom in no time. The life restores its faith and love again, the inspiration for broken heart one more time and tears of tender love.
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