Today’s poem comes, again, from Americans’ Favorite Poems aka my favorite poetry book ever. The first time I read this poem it took my breath away, and sometimes still, when I haven’t read it in a while, it does again.
I loved you
By Alexander Pushkin
Translated from the Russian by D.M. Thomas
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.
A Semi Nomadic Kind of Life 