Quotations and Literature Forum

I recently read a poem for Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin called "The Flower" and thought of sharing it with u:

The Flower

A flower withered, without scent,
Forgotten in a book I see,
And all at once a curious vision
Fills my soul:

Where did it bloom and when? Was it during
spring?
And for how long did it bloom? And picked by
whom,
By foreign or familiar hands?
And laid in here for what?

In remembrance of a tender meeting,
Or a fateful seperation,
Or a solitary stroll
In a silent field, or in a shady forest?

And still alive is he, and still alive is she?
And now where is their small corner?
Or already are they withered,
Like this unknonw flower?


here's a link where r some more of his poems:
http://members.tripod.com/~halonine/pushkin.htm

hope u like it!!
Rana

It's very nice!

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thx for replying RiMMER

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'One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.'
~Sophocles

Neat poem and it reminds me of how I feel when I watch old black and white movies and the credits go by and think that these people filled the stage and behind the scenes and I imagine them doing their work.

They went to parties and had beautiful homes and I'm watching their names go by--like the thoughts behind seeing the dried flower.