Gerard Rukenau (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rukenau) wrote,@ 2008-05-23 00:26:00 |
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Зогатко
The verse below is a translation, or a rendition, of a famous Russian verse. Which one?
Name
Her tongue slipped when she said my name;
But, when these sounds she gently uttered,
In loving soul all dreams--the same
As those of old--awoke and fluttered.
In front of her I, thoughtful, stand,
My eyes on her, not strong enough
To go. I say: my dear friend.
I mean: my friend, you are my love.
