Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov — My Home

Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov — My Home

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My home is in every place touched by the sky,

Wherever the sounds of songs are heard,

And every living thing shares my home,

And yet it's not constricting to a poet.

 

Its roof reaches up into the stars,

And to reach from one wall to another

Requires a lengthy journey, one measured

Not by one's eyes, but by his soul.

 

One's heart contains a recognition of truth -

That seed of sacred eternity -

Which in a single moment can enclose

A borderless expanse, the flow of centuries.

 

And my wonderful, almighty home

Was built just for this recognition,

And I am cursed to suffer greatly within,

And only within will I find peace.



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