Pygmalion

by Julie Delvaux

When you possess that which you would refuse
And never have the outcome bemoaned;
Or when you mourn the loss of what you used
To think was yours but hardly ever owned, -
All this is vain, if, like Pygmalion,
Your spending days with the adored creation,
You wait to see how love ignites the stone,
But no god can liven your possession.

2007

Translated from Russian by the author

From: 
Julia Shuvalova




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Julie Delvaux is an award-winning author and translator. Her previous work included publications of prose, poetry and translations of both famous writers and children’s books. After many years of living in the UK she now resides in Moscow, Russia where she teaches English and History, produces copious translations and relaxes with the knitting, surrounded by her pets. Her collection of philosophical essays on a common topic of solitude, Exercises in Loneliness, is available at online stores.


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