Poem 93 – Precious

Weep, your tears are precious to me,
Like crystals on your cheeks,
That I would gather and bear on my heart.

Sigh, your breath is all I will breathe,
All else is foul and tainted,
But you can purity impart.

Turn away, but at least let me see,
The thing I came to seek –
Your tears, before we part.

***

Dear readers,

This is another poem after Oniegin. In the final scene, Oniegin returns to Tatyana, who fell in love with Oniegin when she was young. His profession of love for her brings her to tears, resulting in the opening quotation. The scene continues, and is reflected upon in subsequent poems.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic.

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