A Magic Moment I Remember
Alexander Pushkin
A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that’s beautiful and rare
I pray to mute despair and anguish,
To vain the pursuits world esteems,
Long did I hear your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.
Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.
In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up – you again are there
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that’s beautiful and rare.
So lovely
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Thank you Miriam. 🙂
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Buon magico momento 🙂
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Alzo gli occhi e tu sei lì, bella. 🙂
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Gorgeous.
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Thanks Nathalie. 🙂
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Nice poem and flowers. I think the flowers have a soft quality; maybe because of the rounded edges of the petals and the softness of focus due to the DOF.
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Thank you David. 🙂
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All I thought of was the word “romance” while reading. it was beautiful. 🙂
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Thanks Laura, its been accidentally kind of a romantic week. 🙂
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Sounds like it. 🙂
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The dew on the petals ~ a sense of longing and remembrance…perfect.
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Well said… “a sense of longing and remembrance”. Thank you. 🙂
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Excellent post as always dear Maverick ❤
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Good to see you love, thank you. ❤
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Perfect.
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Thanks 🙂
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