-Pushkin
Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!
This is the last time you appear in front of my eyes,
Rolling blue waves,
Shining with beautiful light. ?
It seems to be a friend's melancholy complaint.
This seems to be his farewell call.
I'm listening for the last time?
Your sad voice, your calling voice. ?
You are the desire in my heart! ?
I often walk along your coast.
A person wandering quietly and blankly?
And because of that secret wish! ?
How much do I like your reply?
Love your melancholy voice, your deep voice,
What about the silence of dusk?
And that capricious passion! ?
Fishermen's docile sails,
Thanks to your intentional protection,
Flying bravely between the waves; ?
But when you lose control,
A large group of ships will be destroyed. ?
I want to leave forever?
Your lonely and still coast?
Carnival. Congratulations.
Let my poems follow your waves, towards the distant,
But I didn't get what I wanted! ?
You wait, you call … and I am bound; ?
My inner struggle is completely futile:
I was fascinated by a strong passion.
Let me be on your shore ...?
What's so pathetic? Where is it now?
Is it the carefree path I want to run to? ?
In your desert, there is one thing?
It once shook my heart. ?
This is a steep rock, a splendid tomb ...?
There, immersed in a cold sleep,
Are some magnificent memories; ?
Napoleon died there. ?
There, he was buried in suffering. ?
After him, like the sound of a storm,
Another genius flew away from us again.
He is another monarch in our mind. ?
The singer who cried for the god of freedom disappeared.
He left his laurel in the world. ?
Let's make noise in gloomy weather, let's stir up:
Oh, the sea, is he once in song for you. ?
Your image is reflected in him.
He used your spirit to shape his growth:
Just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep.
Like you, nothing can make him give in. ?
The world is empty, the sea.
Where are you taking me now? ?
People's fate is the same everywhere:
Where there is happiness, there are people who protect it;
Maybe an enlightened saint, maybe a tyrannical king. ?
Oh, goodbye, sea! ?
I will never forget your serious face.
I'll be a long time?
Listen to your rumbling at dusk. ?
My whole heart is full of you.
I'm going to take your cliff, your bay,
Your flash, your shadow, and the whispering waves?
Into the forest, into the silent desert.
Pushkin's To the Sea is a political lyric poem against tyranny, dictatorship, light and freedom. The poet took the sea as his confidant and freedom as his aim, and poured out his heart from many angles and sides, describing his mental journey of pursuing freedom. The feelings are dignified, deep and changeable, and the style is bold and exciting.
Generally speaking, the poetic changes in To the Sea are manifested in the love of the sea, the yearning for the sea and the trilogy of missing the sea, which is analyzed below.
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