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The wish by Alexander Pushkin • I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation;And I am silent; my murmur is dead,My soul, sunk in a depression’s shade,Hides in its depths the bitter exultation.I don’t deplore my passing dream of life --Vanish in dark, the empty apparition!I care only for my love’s infliction,And let me die, but only die in love! I enjoyed this poem because of the word choice and the rhythm of it.
Travels with John Hunter • This poem has one the best verses ever