you were crying
by Sergei Yesenin
You were crying on a quiet night,
those tears in your eyes you weren't hiding,
I was so sad and so depressed inside,
and yet we couldn't overcome misunderstanding.
Now you are gone, I'm here, on my own,
my dreams have faded, losing tint and colour,
you left me, and again I am all alone,
without tenderness and greeting, in my parlour.
When evening comes I often, crowned with rue,
come to the place of our dating here,
and in my dreams I see the sight of you
and hear you crying bitte
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i love you without knowing how
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how,
or when,
or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without comple
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