Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAMENT FOR THE YESSAUL PUSHKAR, by ANONYMOUS First Line: There flows a little river Last Line: An orphan left art thou Subject(s): "russia;worskla River, Russia;" Soviet Union;russians | ||||||||
THERE flows a little river, And Worskla is its name; And of the little river Know old and young the fame. And of the little river They know good songs to sing; And on the little river They like good thoughts to think. O thoughts, ye manly thoughts, Ye call up sorrow and woe; O thoughts, ye manly thoughts, From you strong deeds can grow! Where are you, brave Kozaks? Where are you, valiant lords? Your bones are in the grave, In the deep moor your swords! Where art thou, O Pushkar? Where art thou, valiant knight? Ukraina weeps for thee, And for her fate so bright. His bones are in the grave, Himself with God is now; O, weep, O, weep, Ukraina, An orphan left art thou. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 259 by LYN HEJINIAN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DIAMOND PERSONA by NORMAN DUBIE IN MEMORIAM: 1933 (7. RUSSIA: ANNO 1905) by CHARLES REZNIKOFF TAKE A LETTER TO DMITRI SHOSTAKOVITCH by CARL SANDBURG READING THE RUSSIANS by RUTH STONE THE SOVIET CIRCUS VISITS HAVANA, 1969 by VIRGIL SUAREZ A PROBLEM IN AESTHETICS by KAREN SWENSON TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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