Pushkin's I Loved You

Last night, I revisited an activity that I used to engage in a lot when I was in university: reading poetry. Memories of long hours sitting on the floor, leaning against the antique shelves, and inhaling the musty aroma of books that were printed before I was born flooded my mind.

It was lovely.

An hour or so with my old friends Dickinson, Wordsworth, Longfellow, Neruda, and Poe was more than enough to bring me to a quiescent state. I also made new friends in Elizabeth Bishop and Alexander Pushkin. One of the latter's poems has stuck with me all throughout the night.

It's a sad, yet soulful poem. I'd change a sentiment here and there, but I think this poem is one of the most hauntingly beautiful passages I've read in a while.

I Loved You

I loved you, and I probably still do, 
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you, I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew, The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin