His personal life was made difficult by his conflicts with the authorities who disapproved of his liberal views. He is the greatest of all Russian writers, and major part of his lyrical poetry was written between 1820 and 1830. Some of his poetical masterpieces were composed in the last seven years of his life. By effecting a new synthesis between the three main ingredients of the Russian literary idiom (the Church Slovanic, the Western European borrowings, and the spoken vernacular), he created the language of modern Russian poetry. Aleksandr Pushkin was killed in a duel.
ANGEL – By gates of Eden, Angel, gentle, shone with his softly drooped head, and Demon, gloomy and resentful over the hellish crevasse flapped. The spirit of qualm and negation, looked at another one, of good, and fire of the forced elation, first time he vaguely understood. “I’ve seen you,” he enunciated, “And not in vain you’ve sent me light: Not all in heaven I have hated, not all in world I have despised.”
THE CLOUDS – The last one of clouds of scattered a tempest, just single you’re flying in azure, the prettiest, just single you’re bringing the sorrowful shade, just single you’re saddening day that is glad. In nearest past, you were storming skies, mighty, and were quite enwind by the powerful lightning, and you were the womb for divine thunders birth, and quenching with rain the insatiable earth. Enough, now vanish! Your time is not endless, the earth is refreshed and away gone the tempest. And now the wind, fondling leaves of the trees, with pleasure is driving you out the sky bliss.
I AM IN CHAINS – I am in chains, oh maiden-rose, and yet, not shameful of these guards. A nightingale, thus, in dense laurels, afeathered king of the woods’ bards, a proud and charming rose over, in a sweet bondage, lives for long and softly sings for her a song, under a sensual night’s cover.