Ф.Тютчев "О, как убийственно мы любим/.F.Tyutchev "O, how murderous our love is .."

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.F.Tyutchev "O, how murderous our love is .."

Oh, how murderous our love is!
When blinded by passion’s tempest.
We are most likely to destroy
the one we call our heart’s dearest.

Not long ago, proud of your win,
you declared to all she was yours.
And one year later what remained
of her and all that was once hers?

Where are the roses on her cheeks?
Her smile, her brilliant gaze?
Now scorched by her river of tears,
her life’s turned barren through their haze.

Do you remember your first time?
First fateful meeting—tête–à–tête?
Her eyes, words, bright childlike laughter
seemed pure magic when you first met.

And now, tell me, where’s all that now?
How long have you let her dream last?
Alas, like a northern summer,
one blink—it was already past.

Now fate’s cruel condemnation
your love for her turned out to be.
A patina of unjust shame
fell darkly on her destiny.

Her desolation, her ordeal
became her lot because of you,
The last of her sweet memories
eventually betrayed her too.

Her life turned into a wasteland
as heartache her enchantment stole.
A mob’s stampede crushed into mud
all that once bloomed within her soul.

At the end of her long torture,
in ashes once its flames did cease.
She gathered bitter, spiteful ¬pain:
pain without tears, without release.

Oh, how murderous our love is!
When blinded by passion’s tempest.
We are most likely to destroy
the one we call our heart’s dearest.

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