ON GEORGIA’S HILLS

On Georgia’s hills nocturnal mist has sunk,
Aragva’s tearing along in noisy rushing;
I am so sad; my sadness feels so light,
My sadness is so full of you, my darling.
Of you and you alone ... My spirits low
Are all immune to the torment and suffering.
And heart’s on fire again, in love because
It can not ever go without loving.

1829
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Composed during A. Pushkin's exile to Georgia, which immediately caught his fancy.

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marikia
In Russian it is a gem! Decided to re-post for your pleasure, dear poets! Best regards!
godsprincessonline today!
A gem in English too Markia! Good to see you on here. Miss so many of the old poets. Have not had much inspiration to write poems lately - dry spell! Take care friend.

Kathy teddybear
marikia
It's just a spell, so it will pass, don't worry, dear Kathy, and thank you very much for your supportive words. I am always here as a silent reader, this is my favorite place. Kindest regards!heart wings
roseoscura
So beautiful Marikia and heartfelt,just love such verse.God be with you myangel
marikia
Thank you very much, dear poetess! Best wishes to you!hug
walRU
Thanks for these brilliant translations Marikia,
Regards,
Ru
yaspark
Nice translation marikia - thank you!
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