My voice is feeble, my will strong
I am better without love,
The clouds are high,
The wind blows from the mountain
And my thoughts are innocent.
My sleeplessness has gone away,
I do not sit over ashes,
The oblique hand of the clock tower
Is not a fatal arrow
And the past loses its force!
Freedom is near.
I watch
A strip of sunlight
Catch the wet new ivy
And I forgive... everything.
- Anna Akhmatova
I am better without love,
The clouds are high,
The wind blows from the mountain
And my thoughts are innocent.
My sleeplessness has gone away,
I do not sit over ashes,
The oblique hand of the clock tower
Is not a fatal arrow
And the past loses its force!
Freedom is near.
I watch
A strip of sunlight
Catch the wet new ivy
And I forgive... everything.
- Anna Akhmatova
Everything promised him to me:
the sky's faded, scarlet rim,
sweet dream on Christmas Eve,
the many-sounding wind at Easter,
the red vine shoots,
waterfalls in the park,
two large dragonflies
on the rusty iron fence.
I could not but believe
that he would be friends with me,
as I walked the hill slopes
on the hot stone paths.
- Anna Akhmatova
the sky's faded, scarlet rim,
sweet dream on Christmas Eve,
the many-sounding wind at Easter,
the red vine shoots,
waterfalls in the park,
two large dragonflies
on the rusty iron fence.
I could not but believe
that he would be friends with me,
as I walked the hill slopes
on the hot stone paths.
- Anna Akhmatova
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