The Last Cloud by Aleksandr Pushkin Poem, by Ksey

The last cloud of the scattered storm!

You alone rush across the clear azure,

You alone cast a sad shadow,

You alone sadden the jubilant day.

You recently surrounded the sky,

And lightning menacingly entwined you;

And you emitted a mysterious thunder

And watered the greedy earth with rain.

Enough, hide! The time has passed,

The earth has refreshed itself,

And the storm has rushed,

And the wind, caressing the leaves of the trees,

Drives you from the calmed heavens…

Comments +

sorenbarrett May 3rd, 2025 09:16
A beautiful picture after the storm as the day opens to the sun. A metaphor as well for those storms in life we pass through and those stormy relationships we have. Wonderful
Eugene S. May 3rd, 2025 12:23
A scene from La Florida. The summer storms are coming. Creative write, enjoyed!

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The Last Cloud by Aleksandr Pushkin