Here is your Monday poem, by Barbara Hamby.
There must be a Russian word to describe what has happened
between us, like ostyt, which can be used
for a cup of tea that is too hot, but after you walk to the next room,
and return, it is too cool; or perekhotet,
which is to want something so much over months
and even years that when you get it, you have lost
I would like a dictionary of all the perfect, precise Russian words which do not exist in English, but ought to.