Amidst the Noisy Ball . . .

by Aleksander Pushkin

Amidst the noisy ball, in Hell
Of everyday distress,
I've seen you, but the secret's veil
Was covering your face.

Your fair eyes were sad and bright,
And voice was so sweet,
As sound of a pipe apart
Or murmur of the sea.

I've liked your fine and slender waist,
And thoughtful image, whole,
And sound of your voice - it nests
Forever in my soul...

When tired, in my lone nights,
I lie down to pause -
And see your beautiful, sad eyes,
And hear your merry voice.

And sad, I fall asleep to see
My dreams that run above...
I'm sure not whether I love thee -
But, maybe, I'm in love.

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: