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To K*** |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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*And yet another translation (I never get tired of translating). This this time it's a poem by A. Pushkin. I still remember that amazing moment When you appeared before my sight As though a brief and fleeting omen, Pure phantom in enchanting light. In the depression’s hopeless captive, In haste of scrambling processions, I missed your voice-- soft and attractive I dreamt of your divine impressions. Years passed. A storm, in gusts so active, Dispersed my dreams and my possessions. I’ve lost your voice-- soft and attractive, Forgetting your divine impressions. In gloom of darkness -- separation, My days would slowly drag in strife. Without belief and inspiration, Without tears, and love and life. My soul has reached its waking moment: You re-appeared before my sight As though a brief and fleeting omen, Pure phantom in enchanting light. And now, my heart, in fascination Beats rapidly and finds alive: Divine belief and inspiration, And tears and love and even life. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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Soooooo beautiful!! Well done, Master!!  Denise |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Denise! |
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