Today’s Poem by Pushkin, Translated by Nabokov

A lone sower of liberty, I came out too early, before the morning star.

[…]

My time, my labors, my best thoughts were merely lost.

Keep to your pastures, peaceful nations, what is the gift of liberty to sheep. To be slaughtered or shorn, that is what they are for, their inheritance throughout the ages is a yoke with bells and a goad.

-Aleksandr Pushkin

 

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