Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The genius of Pushkin.
From James E. Falen's translation of Eugene Onegin:
Her sky-blue eyes, devoid of guile,
Her flaxen curls, her lovely smile,
Her voice, her form, her graceful stance,
Oh, Olga's every trait... But glance
In any novel - you'll discover
Her portrait there; it's charming, true;
I liked it once no less than you,
But round it boredom seems to hover;
And so, dear reader, grant me pause
To plead her elder sister's cause.
Just thought I'd share that with you.
(By the way, that's Pushkin on the cover of the book, and yes, he was black, or of black descent - and proud of it.)