The more I live, the more I realise
How simple are your verses, how wise.
The truth, sincerity are spread in every tale
That put you later on the highest scale.
You didn’t envy anybody, didn’t doubt
To be with those in the upper walks or with the crowd.
The Russian language, Russian folk
Are in your verse, your novel, joke.
Your life was short, but full of sense.
You couldn’t stand up for injustice and offence.
Your talent won all our hearts and brains.
Let years pass, but our love for you remains.
My Pushkin
© Copyright: Хельга фон Краузиньш, 2010
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