Igor
Mykhaylov

Von Majetschka 26.12.2020 um 09:48 Uhr | melden

I still remember that amazing moment
When you appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.


Locked in the depression s hopeless captive,
In haste of clamorous processions,
I heard your voice -- soft and attractive.
And dreamt of your beloved expressions.


Time passed. In gusts, rebellious and active,
A tempest scattered my affections
And I forgot your voice attractive,
Your sacred and divine expressions.


Detained in darkness, isolation,
My days would slowly drag in strife.
With lack of faith and inspiration,
With lack of tears, and love and life.


My soul attained its waking moment:
You re-appeared before my sight,
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.


And now, my heart, in fascination
Beats rapidly and finds alive:
Devout faith and inspiration,
And gentle tears and love and life.

A. S. Pushkin