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Konstantin Batyushkov

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thumb| Konstantin Nikolayevich Batyushkov (Russian: Константи́н Никола́евич Ба́тюшков; 29 May [O.S. 18 May] 1787 – 19 July [O.S. 7 July] 1855) was a Russian poet, essayist and translator of the Romantic era. He also served in the diplomatic corps, spending an extended period in 1818 and 1819 as a secretary to the Russian diplomatic mission at Naples. Quotes Взгляни: сей кипарис, как наша степь, бесплоден, —   Но свеж и зелен он всегда.Не можешь, гражданин, как пальма дать плода?   Так буди с кипарисом сходен:Как он уединен, осанист и свободен. Look how the cypress, like our steppe, is barren —   But always fresh and green.Citizen, you can’t bear fruit like the palm tree?   Then imitate the cypress;Like it, alone and dignified and free. Imitations of the Ancients [III] (wr. 1821; pub. 1883). Translated by Peter France, Writings from the Golden Age of Russian Poetry (New York: Columbia University Press, 2017), p. 188 Двуструнной балалайкойПоходы прозвениПро витязя с нагайкой,Что в жупел и в огниЛетал перед полками,Как вихорь на полях,И вкруг его рядамиВраги ложились в прах! Take thy merry balalaika⁠⁠,Sing thy struggles o’er again;In the battle’s bloody plain,Where thou swungst the rude nagaika⁠;Midst the cannon’s thunder-roar,Midst the sabres clashing o’er;Trumpets sounding, banners flyingO’er the dead and o’er the dying;While thy never-wearied bladeFoes on foes in darkness laid. To My Penates, ll. 61–8 (wr. 1811—12; pub. 1814). Translated by John Bowring, Specimens of the Russian Poets, 2nd ed. (London, 1821), pp. 49–50 Вам, вам плетут ХаритыБессмертные венцы!Я вами здесь вкушаюВосторги Пиерид,И в радости взываю:О музы! я Пиит! Heavenly choir! the graces twineO’er you garlands all divine;And with you the joys I drink,Sparkling round Pierian brink,While I sing in raptured glory,"Ed io anche son pittore." To My Penates, ll. 223–8. Translated by John Bowring (1821), p. 59. Bowring quotes the Russian differently as epigraph: «Вамъ, вамъ плетутъ Хариты / Безамертные вѣнцы! / Я вами здѣсь вкушаю / Восторги Піеридъ, / И въ радости взываю: / О Музы! я Піитъ!» External links