Deeblog

A work ("Two loves") by this Russian poet.  You can the read original here.

To bright and murky love's sweet pain,
Are equal the experienced roads. 
Selfsame desires raid the soul, 
So how, how then shall meet the twain? 
 
Unjoined and unagreed they float,
In good and evil equ'lly bound. 
And yet the first lives clear and sound, 
The second in dark woe remote.

Pronounce on high this equal fame, 
And equal secrets thus condone.
And baleful, wilful slave, atone  
Both loves with victims and with shame!

So fear the finger's threatening thrust;
From future punishment now shake; 
Your blessings and your fires' lake 
Are dust and ashes, ash and dust!