Alexander Pushkin

The Saddened Crescent

The saddened crescent, in the morning skies, Meets the young dawn full of the utter gladness, One is in flames, another cold like ice. The dawn shines like a bride, the young and blameless, By her a crescent in the deathly paleness – Dear Elvina, thus I’ve met you once. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

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