Daily Sip - The Poet

The Poet

While still Apollo isn't demanding
Bard at the sacred sacrifice,
Through troubles of the worldly muddling
He wretchedly and blindly shuffles;
His holly lyre is quite silent;
His soul's in the sleeping, soft,
And mid the dwarves of the world-giant,
He, perhaps, is the shortest dwarf.

But when a word of god's commands,
Touches his ear, always attentive,
It starts - the heart of the Bard native -
As a waked eagle ever starts.
He's sad in earthly frolics, idle,
Avoids folks- gossips, always spread,
At feet of the all-peoples' idol
He does not bend his proud head;
He runs - the wild, severe, stunned,
Full of confusion, full of noise -
To the deserted waters- shores,
To woods, widespread and humming loud...

-Aleksandr Pushkin - 1827

All the weird symbols really make the poem what it is ;)

I thought so too. ; )

Pushkin. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D

Reminds why I love Russia. They respect their writers sooooo much.

"Lublyu tibya pitra pirvoy."

What does that mean?

I love you pitra pirvoy... is that a person, or am I just remarkably awful at this?

Peter I the great!

It's the first line of The Bronze Horseman. :)

I see the Peter part, but what does Pirvoy mean? I couldn't find it anywhere.