Thursday, July 28, 2016

Blest Are We


Good fortune doesn’t shine on all,
Not all were born to wear a wreath,
But blest who hears the subtle call
Of loufty thought and poet’s speech!

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, To Zhukovsky
English translation by James Falen
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