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“Winter Morning” by Alexander Pushkin 🇷🇺 (6 Jun 1799 – 10 Feb 1837)
Translated from the Russian by Ivan Panin
Frost and sun—the day is wondrous!
Thou still art slumbering charming friend.
’Tis time O Beauty to awaken:
Ope thine eyes now in sweetness closed
To meet the Northern Dawn of Morning
Thyself a north-star do thou appear!
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Last night remember the storm scolded
And darkness floated in the clouded sky;
Like a yellow clouded spot
Thro’ the clouds the moon was gleaming—
And melancholy thou wert sitting—
But now … thro’ the window cast a look:
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Stretched beneath the heavens blue
Carpet-like magnificent
In the sun the snow is sparkling;
Dark alone is the wood transparent
And thro’ the hoar gleams green the fir
And under the ice the rivulet sparkles.
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Entire is lighted with diamond splendor
Thy chamber … with merry crackle
The wood is crackling in the oven.
To meditation invites the sofa.
But know you? In the sleigh not order why
The brownish mare to harness?
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Over the morning snow we gliding
Trust we shall my friend ourselves
To the speed of impatient steed;
Visit we shall the fields forsaken
The woods dense but recently
And the banks so dear to me.