Supplement to Letter to Poline from Aron [a poem]
February 10 (and February 23rd French date), 1914
Kishinev to Paris
Rue Vieille du Temple 41
To the unforgettable lifelong friend of mine Polina.
The melancholy will kill me,
Will kill my life.
It sings a song
About the close friend of mine.
Sleepless nights,
Drear days
I am troubled by my thoughts,
I wish that the time would come soon
To see you – it is my dream!
Madly, madly
I miss you.
I wish you happiness
For your entire life.
The happy time has come,
To strongly fall in love with you.
My soul predicts
That soon we will live together.
The heart dictates to me
About my friend.
I wish to goodness
To be with you.
The way lies
Across the Great Ocean;
I can’t stop
Thinking about it
There we will find A happy Life!
Life – it is a long journey!
Love – it is a station in your way.
Now I want to see you much,
But the destiny says: “Forgive!”
Kishinev, the 10th day of February of the year 1914.
Your best lifelong friend Arnold
Honeysweet Pulya! If there are any imperfections in my poems, you should know that I am not a rhymist or a poet. I only write to you that truth, which my soul experiences. Arnold.
