A Blah Down Day

The Wish

by Alexander Pushkin

I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation;

And I am silent; my murmur is dead,

My soul, sunk in a depression’s shade,

Hides in its depths the bitter exultation.

I don’t deplore my passing dream of life --

Vanish in dark, the empty apparition!

I care only for my love’s infliction,

And let me die, but only die in love!

The pain will never go away;

by Nicholas Gordon

The wound will never heal.

The evil that was done to you

Is now your eyes, your heart.

The black will never turn to gray;

The blood will not congeal.

The violence is never through;

The past does not depart.

Time will merely make you whole,

Consuming what you are:

Part sufferer, part comforter,

Part victim, part new song;

Part mother of an angry soul,

Part child of despair,

Part witness and part conqueror

Of all that did you wrong.