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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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*This is another one of my translations, this time it's from Aleksander Pushkin. To *** Don’t ask me why alone in dismal thought In times of mirth, I’m often filled with strife, How come my weary stare is so distraught, How come I don’t enjoy the dream of life; Don’t ask me why my soul has slowly perished And ceased to love the love that pleased me then No longer can I call someone “my cherished”-- Who once has loved will never love again; Who once felt bliss will never feel its essence, A moment’s happiness is all that we receive: From youth, prosperity and joyful pleasance We’re left with only apathy and grief... |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
This is a wonderful poem!! Thank you so much for sharing your translation with us...I love it!! Love and hugs, Lizzie  |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Lizzie, it seems that many people can identify with this one! |
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