The Flower by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin – Compass Songs

A flower – shrivelled, bare of fragrance,

Forgotten on a page – I see,

And instantly my soul awakens,

Filled with an aimless reverie:

When did it bloom? the last spring? earlier?

How long? Where was it plucked? By whom?

By foreign hands? or by familiar?

And why put here, as in a tomb?

To mark a tender meeting by it?

A parting with a precious one?

Or just a walk, alone and quiet,

In forests’ shade? in meadows’ sun?

Is she alive? Is he still with her?

Where is their haven at this hour?

Or did they both already wither,

Like this unfathomable flower?

 Compass Songs is an ongoing series of works by poets that I enjoy. Poetry, as the Zen Masters have said, is like a finger pointing to the moon. It speaks the unspeakable.

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