~ – Alexander Pushkin

Bound for your distant home
you were leaving alien lands.
In an hour as sad as Iโ€™ve known
I wept over your hands.
My hands were numb and cold,
still trying to restrain
you, whom my hurt never told to end this pain.
But you snatched your lips away
from our bitterest kiss.
You invoked another place
than the dismal exile of this.
You said, โ€˜When we meet again,
in the shadow of olive-trees,
we shall kiss, in a love without pain,
under cloudless infinities.โ€™
But there, alas, where the sky
shines with blue radiance,
where olive-tree shadows lie
on the waters glittering dance,
your beauty, you’re suffering,
are lost in eternity.
But the sweet kiss of our meeting …
I wait for it: you owe it me …
~ Alexander Pushkin

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