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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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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.....................!


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