Tuesday, 6 November 2007

Pushkin

I loved you – and my love, I think, was stronger
Than to be quite extinct within me yet;
But let it not distress you any longer;
I would not have you feel the least regret.
I loved you bare of hope and of expression,
By turns with jealousy and shyness sore;
I loved you with such purity, such passion
As may God grant you to be loved once more.

-Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(thanks to sandra j)

1 comment:

TheDolphin said...

This is my favourite poem. The translation is almost as beautiful as the original. Almost...