New-York tribune., 1907-09-29

Eeigtoi that the years must bring
This same destiny 20 all;
One by one Joys take wing.
one by one your petals falL
So each evening rings the knen
OF some dream rapture perlshed-
And some feeting hours dlsIe-
Each some VISION fondly cherished
Life's illusions lie unrnasked,
And the star Of hope burns p2ler.
Has not some sage long since asked:
Men blossous-HhiCh are ff<iler-
7 is pretty little water color, but we are not
n -rT-7sed to find Miss NeWTnarch saying that
~-fsussian society outgrew its enthusiasm Tor
Jeuk9vsky's poetry as We outgrew our taste
for the lyrics Of Thomas Moore" On the other
hand the romanticisrn Of this writer must have
fa,-r welcome 20 generation surfeited. as Miss
New-1a-ch notes. with the pseudo-classlclsIr OF
tho Toltarian epoch Poushkin. the great man
of this book, came Of an old family in which
he took pride but he had negro blood in his
veins 70 which he himself would candidly at
--5ag.-e certain streaks in his nature and which
sa-frIess accounts for the excuses in which he
-yss wont to indulge. We may note in passing
tta- more than one Of these Russian poets seems
u have had a taste for somewhat violent dis
STATION We remark, too, the trouble they were
a1t 70 have with the censorship.
P0ushkin was q kind Of Russian Byron and
had q richly colored career, IN the course Of
which he repeatedly came into conflict with
EHherCElGflLal a0ILOTllH NlCLOlaS i was us
Iosed u forgive and forget, and there IS an
interesting anecdote Of an interview between
;he no IL which the Gar said to the poet You
have committed foIlies enough. Now I trust
you are reasonable and that We shall never
quarrel again. You must send all you
write ! myself viii be your censor" Poush
kn trod upon air. but his Joy was shortlived-
The Minister Of Police kept his eye upon him
and oveThauled his writings, and, says Miss
ANewIa-ch. Now began that long series Of
= etty anLOyances. restrictions and reprimands
which PIT the poets life d level with that Of
Z tIcket-of-Ieave man" His temperament was
Itself source Of trouble TO him ImpulsiFe
and reckless, he went once 100 often upon the
field Ct honor and was mortaIly wounded Miss
Newrnarch gives several transiations from him
They Interest the reader without precisely thrill
ing him. as witness the following poem in a
translation by Mr.. W. r Morrill,:
THE UPAs TREE
amid the desert bare and scant,
ON soil which fierce suns are glaring.
The gI4s like a Watchrnan gaEnt
Stands lonely. none its silent sharing
.,at-re amid the steppes Feen.
u IT OF wrath The tree created,
Ard gave each branch its sickly green,
Zach root with poison saturated
The uquid t-tcRies through the bark,
is 1Cw tie midday sunshine qnlckens,
md IN nights shadows dull and dark
resinoEs gun, the venom thlckens-
I5lther 10 bird its passage knows.
tiger such lOatflso--le dwelling,
Only the bzlefEl WEiTlwind blows
And spreads with fostering virus swelling.
s-s y cloud should chance bedew
It's pale crown, where The tiick leaves wreath it
So [ry5E. the tranch OF dClOrous hue
Falls poison the sand beneath it
A tyrant sent hfs fellow man
F5Fo-.e from The poisonous tree TO borrow,
sns Ire poor slave obedient ran.
nd came back with the juice the MORROW
~ ,.-o,,o,,s -,s eiclered straight with II
on his raoor mat cr1sh'd by disaster.
: hen groar1ed. expiring at the feet
u o: lis relentless ruthless master
Ts..r icy was hfs-that savage king
IN rF3e zen fuice his shafts he steepeth
Al round their poisonous force they hing: .
Earth g-oans, for corpse on corpse he heapeth