[Poem] Don’t ask me why, I can’t dorget this Lermontov Poem: The sail

A lone white sail shows for an instant 
Where gleams the sea, an azure streak. 
What left it in its homeland distant? 
In alien parts what does it seek? 
The billows play, the mast bends, creaking, 
The wind, impatient, moans and sighs… 
It is not joy that it is seeking, 
Nor is’t from happiness it flies. 
The blue waves dance, they dance and tremble, 
The sun’s bright rays caress the seas. 
And yet for storm it begs, the rebel, 
As if in storm lurked calm and peace!…

(1832, translated by Irina Zheleznova, from Mikhail Lermontov: Selected Works, Progress Publishers, Moskow, 1976)


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