No one was left at a loss

No one was left at a loss!
I’m happy we’ve come to part.
I’m kissing you now – across
The gap of a thousand yards.

We’re not equal – I understand.
I’m calm - for the first time.
A young Derzhavin,
Aleksander Pushkin. you can’t
Accept my undisciplined rhyme.

I christen your frightening flight:
Young eagle, rise in the air!
You stared at the sun! – my light
And delicate gaze can’t compare.

I stood, more tender than those
Who’ve witnessed you disappear…
I’m kissing you now – across
The gap of a thousand years.

 February 12, 1916