Pushkin is traveling from my neighborhood to eng.kremlin.ru AUTUMN, October ....... Betimes I’m soothed by dreams, betimes by hunger caught; The blood flows free and easy in my heart, Abrim with passion; once again, I’m happy, young, I’m full of life – such is my organism (Excuse me for this awful prosaism) IX My horse is brought to me; in open field, With flying mane, he carries fast his rider, And with his shining hooves he hammers out a song Upon the frozen, ringing vale, and crackling ice. But fleeting day dies out, new fire comes alive Inside the long-forgotten stove– it blazes bright, Then slowly smoulders – as I read before it, Or nourish long and heartfelt thoughts. X And I forget the world – in silence sweet, I’m sweetly lulled by my imagination, And poetry awakens deep inside: My heart is churned with lyric agitation, It trembles, moans, and strives, as if in sleep, To pour out in the end a free statement- And here they come – a ghostly swarm of guests, My long-lost friends, the fruits of all my dream. XI My mind is overcome by dashing thoughts, And rhymes come running eagerly to meet them, My hand demands a pen; the pen – a sheet of paper. Another minute – and my verse will freely flow. Thus slumbers an immobile ship caught in immobile waters, But lo! – the sailors rush all of a sudden, crawl Up top, then down – sails billow, filled with wind; The massive structure moves, and cuts the waves. XII It sails. But whither do we sail?… (translation from Russian) rupoem.ru/pushkin/all.aspx 1000petals.wordpress/2008/11/07/autumn-by-a-pushkin/
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