Poem For The Day

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Pushkin with an eternal lament:

Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
        I hear Aragva's roar.
I'm sad and light, my grief - transparent,
        My sorrow is suffused with you,
With you, with you alone...My melancholy
        Remains untouched and undisturbed,
And once again my heart ignites and loves
        Because it can't do otherwise.

(Photo: Georgians escape from a house set on fire by South Ossetian militia on August 18 in the Georgian village Kvemo-Achebeti, some 5 km from Tskhinvali. By Dmitry Kostyukov/AFP/Getty.)