Pushkin and The Burned Letter and Tucci-Never to be Read.
The Burned letter
Farewell, Letter of Love! farewell: it’s her desire.
How long did I delay! How long refused, in ire,
I to destroy the single joy of mine!…
Enough! The time has come. Burn, scripts of love divine.
I’m ready; nothing else can call for my sad soul…
Now the greedy flame is touching its form whole…
A minute!… it is flamed and blazing – smoke, light,
With my bitter laments, is flying of my sight.
And now the ring’s stamp forfeited its form previous –
It’s boiling – the seal wax… O, Providence of Heavens!
That’s all! The letter’s leaves are twisted, now black;
On their light ashes their well known track
Is whitening… My heart is squeezed. Oh, dear ashes,
In my sad destiny, my poor consolations,
Forever lie on breast, so fully, fully wracked…
Pushkin
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Never to be Read
I wanted to tell you
How much I loved you
I wrote a birthday poem for you
From the heart and the soul
My thoughts and love were bared
Naked for you to behold
You would know how deep my feelings were
How much I cared for you
And loved you
When the day of your birth came
I could not send it
I could not let you know
How much I yearned for you
I could not let you see inside my secret being
My deepest thoughts
I just could not let you know
I could not bring myself to tell you
What you meant to me
Instead I kept it
Never to be seen
Never to be read
For you to never see my folly
And how foolish I’ve become
I wish that I could have let you know
How joyful I was
That on this day
You graced the earth
And made the world a better place
And let me know what the deep deep Russian love
That you once explained to me
Really is
My note wil lie buried
Never to be read nor seen
Of no value
Or purpose
Just a note of affection
That the intended will never receive
My little note
Will someday be destroyed
When my papers are discarded
And turned to ashes
Having never been read by you my beloved
Tucci