Yevgeny Abramovich Baratynsky - To Imitators

Yevgeny Abramovich Baratynsky - To Imitators

When, by sorrow inspired, br The poet sings his own pine, br Whose soul will be cold and tired br To give not him the answer, fine? br Who, greedy for the old damnation, br Will dare to scoff at sadness, else? br But all are cold to execration, br The imitated cry's vexation, br Affected wailing is a jest! br The poet, stirring every soul, br Has reached the suffers' mysteries, br Without worm of somewhat boiling, br Complaisant labored musings' tricks. br In struggle with fate's severe pressure br He took the measure of high strengths, br And bought their rudiment expression br At the price of painful hearty cramps. br Therefore his image is encircled br By rays of the unfading light, br And, like a martyr, he is honored br By people of the different kind. br But your Muse, so meretricious, br Which dreams to raise emphatic wishes br In humane hearts by loaned pine, br Is like a beggar outrageous, br Who begs for contributions gracious, br Keeping a child, who isn't her one.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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