Sunday, August 10, 2014
Sunday Poetry - Mikhail Yurevich Lermontov
I'm reading Jack London's The Sea-Wolf with my 19th century book group at the moment & so I'm drawn to this poem, The Sail, just because of the seagoing theme.
A white sail gleams alone out yonder
Amid the ocean's pale-blue haze...
What quest has driven him to wander?
Why has he left his native bays?
The waves crest as the fresh wind rises,
The mainmast bending in the breeze...
It is not happiness he prizes,
Nor is it happiness he flees!
Beneath, the azure current flowing;
Above, the golden sunlight glows...
Perverse, he seeks the storm winds blowing,
As if in storms to find repose!