On Georgia’s hills nocturnal mist has sunk, Aragva’s tearing along in noisy rushing; I am so sad; my sadness feels so light, My sadness is so full of you, my darling. Of you and you alone ... My spirits low Are all immune to the torment and suffering. And heart’s on fire again, in love because It can not ever go without loving.
1829
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Composed during A. Pushkin's exile to Georgia, which immediately caught his fancy.
A gem in English too Markia! Good to see you on here. Miss so many of the old poets. Have not had much inspiration to write poems lately - dry spell! Take care friend.
It's just a spell, so it will pass, don't worry, dear Kathy, and thank you very much for your supportive words. I am always here as a silent reader, this is my favorite place. Kindest regards!
roseoscuraAuckland, New ZealandMay 10, 2018
So beautiful Marikia and heartfelt,just love such verse.God be with you my
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Kathy
Regards,
Ru