In vain, in agony I loved you Aflame with love’s tormenting light For you in turn loved yet another And had her only in your sight I wept, I prayed, I paced, I wondered Insane and wrecked at your behest And yet I’d choose to stay asunder To feel such passion and unrest For life is dull and death untimely How do we live while we’re alive? Feel love, however grim, unsightly Feel pain, if only to survive (Written for my novel The Crystal Knights) 2017
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So Pushkin-esque! Love it!
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I’m so glad you saw the Pushkin in it! That was the spirit I tried to capture. I probably already told you, but I wrote it for my last novel where there’s a culture similar to the Russians and they have poet similar to Pushkin whom they revere. I called the poet Pudrin – hehe. I really enjoyed channeling Pushkin.
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