( / Hull, East Yorkshire, England)

True Love (Trans. A.S. Pushkin)

I loved you and that love perhaps,
Still lingers somewhere in my heart;
But do not let it trouble you;
I would not wish to grieve you now.
My love was always hopeless, dumb,
A love too bold or timid fails;
But I loved you so tenderly and true,
I pray God grant another so will do.

by Pete Crowther

Comments (3)

Excellent! My own feelings put into words by you. Very well expressed. This would be one of my favorites.
Wow! Excellent translation!
pete u did a great job! this was one of my favourite poems and u 've made its meaning more clear to me.