Alexander Pushkin


First Love

by Alexander Pushkin

Not at once our youth is faded,
Not at once our joys forsake us,
And happiness we unexpected
Yet embrace shall more than once;
But ye, impressions never-dying
Of newly trepidating Love,
And thou, first flame of Intoxication, --
Not flying back are coming ye!

Translators Notes:
These lines are taken from the Narrative Poem, The Prisoner of the Caucasus.


Copyright 1888
Translator: Translated from the Russian, By Ivan Panin
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