From Russian writer, Alexander Pushkin
I Lifted this beautiful poem from a friends blog. http://willowtreepoetry.blogspot.com/
It is called "I loved you" By Russian Writer Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837) But interestingly I have found two poems credited to Alexander from the same date. Clearly the poem must have been origionally written in Russian, so I dont know if there are two different poems or two different versions, or two different interpatations. I think both are lovely. Here is the first.
I loved You
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.
Here is the Second
I loved You
I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly,
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.
You can see more from my friends blog at:
http://willowtreepoetry.blogspot.com/
It is called "I loved you" By Russian Writer Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837) But interestingly I have found two poems credited to Alexander from the same date. Clearly the poem must have been origionally written in Russian, so I dont know if there are two different poems or two different versions, or two different interpatations. I think both are lovely. Here is the first.
I loved You
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.
Here is the Second
I loved You
I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly,
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.
You can see more from my friends blog at:
http://willowtreepoetry.blogspot.com/
posted by "The Prince" John Pierce, Wade Garrett, Richard Dangler. I have many names. at 10:33 AM
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