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Upon The Hills Of Georgia
(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Upon The Hills Of Georgia

Poem By Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
I hear Aragva's roar.
I'm sad and light, my grief - transparent,
My sorrow is suffused with you,
With you, with you alone...My melancholy
Remains untouched and undisturbed,
And once again my heart ignites and loves
Because it can't do otherwise.

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Comments (3)

Sorry, it should be 'it's not the poet' in the beginning of my comment.
bad... it's the poet that is 'sad and light', it's his sorrow (not 'grief' by the way) .
Beautiful poem.....................!