Poetry

Wondrous Moment

Wondrous moment

I still recall the wondrous moment
When you appeared before my eyes
Just like a fleeting apparition
Just like pure beauty’s distillation.

Whenever someone quotes poetry or an excerpt from a book in an attempt to convey to me what it was like when we first met, I’m not normally 100% impressed, but when the work is Russian and the author is Pushkin, I am touched. It’s a perpetual happiness to drown inside such words, and all the more because the sentiment contained is sweetly heard.

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