The Last Cloud by Aleksandr Pushkin

Ksey_Gan

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…

  • Author: Ksey_Gan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2025 08:59
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    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



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