Love
From the Dushenka, p. 49
Translated by John Bowring · From Specimens of the Russian Poets, 1821
Dushenka! Dushenka! the robes that thou wearest
Seem ever most lovely and fitting:
Whether clad like a queen of the east thou appearest,
Or plain as a shepherdess sitting
By the door of her cottage at evening’s calm tide,
Thou still art the charm of the world and its pride!
Thou fairest of saints that devotion has sainted,
Divinest of all the divine:--
All the pictures of beauty that art ever painted
Can give no idea of thine!
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Bogdanovich, Ippolit. “From the Dushenka, p. 49.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bogdanovich/1/.
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Bogdanovich, Ippolit. “From the Dushenka, p. 49.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bogdanovich/1/.
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