Yevgeny Baratynsky

(1800–1844)

Love - Poem by Yevgeny Baratynsky

Poison, we drink in love - the sweetest one,
But that's the poison, what we drink,
And always pay for joy, that's briefest one,
With sadness of the long days' link.
"The flames of love are flames of happiness",
Everyone says; but what's a fact?
It empties, in its fierce craziness,
The every soul, it attracts!
Who will be able to stifle the memories,
Of days of suffering and happiness,
Of your enchanting days, oh love?
Then I'd return to life, to joy and fun,
And put my soul before your bright one
For golden dreams my youth above.

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  • Silver Star - 3,844 Points Wahab Abdul (10/30/2013 9:25:00 AM)

    lovely....nice to read and enjoy.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 30, 2013


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