Александр Пушкин Поэту Alexander Pushkin To Poet

Oh, poet! do not treasure the people's love, light and sweet.
A minute's noise of enthusiastic praise subdues;
When a fool’s judgment and a frigid crowd’s laugh you meet,
Stay firm, calm and sullen, being soothed few in blues.

You are the king: do live alone. And let your own feet
Walk on a clear way, which lures your mind, pure and loose,
Perfecting the fruits of your beloved thoughts and views,         
Without demanding the rewards for a noble feat.

They are in yourself. You are your own supreme court;
More strictly of all, you can value your each word.
Are you, demanding artist, with your work satisfied?

Are you satisfied? So that, let the crowd scold it,
And spit on the altar, where your fire has been lit,
And shake your trivet in somewhat childish spree and fight.

15-16 September 2024

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Портрет А. С. Пушкина, 1836 г. Russian poet and writer: Alexander Pushkin Date: 1836
Автор: Автор: Петр Федорович Соколов (1791-1848) Author: Pyotr Fyodorovich Sokolov (1791–1848) 
Источник: Википедия Source: From Wikimedia Commons