Hello everyone!
I made a pattern for this doily .
The Flower - Poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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?
Translated by: Genia Gurarie, summer of 1995
Forgotten on a page - I see,
And instantly my soul awakens,
Filled with an aimless reverie:
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?
Where is their haven at this hour?
Or did they both already wither,
Like this unfathomable flower?
Any questions - leave a comment.
Так же есть и на русском, если интересно.
Спасибо всем кто заглядывает и на многих вязальных кругах я числюсь под ником - sunnly.
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