There in Daryala’s deep chasm, Where the Terek flows through the gloom, A tower, mouldering and ancient, Black against dark cliffs did loom. In that tower tall and so narrow Tsaritsa Tamara lived still, As beautiful as heaven’s best angel Sly and cruel as a devil from hell. Through the dreary fogs of midnight FromContinue reading “Tamara – Mikhail Lermontov”