Light Elegy after Alexandr Pushkin Poem, by Ksey

The faded joy of mad years passed by.

I feel heavy, like a vague hangover.

But, like wine — the sadness of days gone by

In my soul, the older I get, the stronger,

My path is sad. The troubled sea of the future

Promises me toil and grief by nature.

But I don’t want, oh friends, to simply die;

I want to live, to think and suffer; blessed

And I know, I will have pleasures shine

Amid sorrows, worries and anxieties:

At times I will again get drunk on harmony,

I will shed tears over some fiction astonished,

And maybe at my deplorable sunset

Love will flash a farewell smile as yet…

Comments +

nephilim56 June 25th, 2025 05:10
enjoyed the write
sorenbarrett June 25th, 2025 06:53
The passage of time and aging are nicely put in poetic form here. Well done

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Light Elegy after Alexandr Pushkin