Poem – Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.

Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
(1799-1837)

(Translation by Babette Deutsch)

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