Alexander Pushkin — When in the heat...

Alexander Pushkin — When in the heat...


When in the heat of my embrace

I capture your elastic figure

And lavish words of loving praise

On you with tenderness and vigor,

Dear friend, you free your slender build

Of my contracted arms in silence,

And to my words sincere and thrilled

Reply with your mistrustful smiling;

Safeguarding in your memory

Sad tales of loyalty's declension,

Without compassion or attention

You listen drearily to me...

I curse my crafty aspirations

Of youth, with all its vain delights,

And waiting for the assignations

In gardens, in the silent nights;

I curse the words' romantic mumble,

Mysterious melodies of verse,

And kisses of believing girls,

And then their tears, and later grumble.