February 2012
79 posts
“I do not love you; I have shed
The weight of longing and remorse.
But still your image is not dead:
It lives in me, devoid of force.
And in the passions’ later play
I thought of you as only mine;
Thus to the fallen gods we pray
And kneel at a foresaken shrine.” —Mikahail Yuryevich Lermontov
The weight of longing and remorse.
But still your image is not dead:
It lives in me, devoid of force.
And in the passions’ later play
I thought of you as only mine;
Thus to the fallen gods we pray
And kneel at a foresaken shrine.” —Mikahail Yuryevich Lermontov
