Friday, April 07, 2006

another translation - Pushkin 1829

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.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Really?

The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.-Pearl S. Buck