No Tears

Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade. . .
Until surely there flew without a sound
Above me, her young shade.
But there stretches between us an uncrossable line;
In vain my feelings I tried to awaken.
The lips that brought the news were made of stone,
And I listened like a stone, unshaken.
So this is she for whom my soul once burned
In the tense and heavy fire,
Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my mind
By tenderness and desire!
Where are the torments? Where is love? Alas!
For the unreturning days'
Sweet memory and for the poor credulous
Shade, I find no lament, no tears.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Comments (5)

Is friendship simply a 'chance encounter' or something meant to be? Either way, it should be cherished. Great poem, Linda! ! Brian
Linda...A most touching, warmheart Poem that shoots straight from the Heart. Good Medicine Indeed...Just what the Poet Doctor ordered! Great Write, Linda...Structure, Rhythm and Flux all lookin' fine. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
Sometimes you can see someone's heart between the lines, and you know the sincerity which pumped the ink from the nib. Danny
Excellent write, brilliant flow, and thoughtfully laid out.
What a lovely thought...I often think how lucky I am to have 'discovered' certain friends, and I always try to remember to be thankful for them. This is a really good reminder of how lucky we can be sometimes.