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To The Many

I — am your voice, the warmth of your breath,

I — am the reflection of your face,

The futile trembling of futile wings,

I am with you to he end, in any case.

That's why you so fervently love

Me in my weakness and in my sin;

That's why you impulsively gave

Me the best of your sons;

Anna Akhmatova

Here is my gift

Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,

not sticks of burning incense.

You lived aloof, maintaining to the end

your magnificent disdain.

You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes,

and suffocated inside stifling walls.

Alone you let the terrible stranger in,

and stayed with her alone.

Anna Akhmatova

Departure

Although this land is not my own,

I will remember its inland sea

and the waters that are so cold

the sand as white

as old bones, the pine trees

strangely red where the sun comes down.

I cannot say if it is our love,

or the day, that is ending.

Anna Akhmatova

Requiem

Not under foreign skies

Nor under foreign wings protected -

I shared all this with my own people

There, where misfortune had abandoned us.

[1961]

INSTEAD OF A PREFACE

During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I

spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in

Anna Akhmatova

I Don't Know If You're Alive Or Dead

I don't know if you're alive or dead.

Can you on earth be sought,

Or only when the sunsets fade

Be mourned serenely in my thought?

All is for you: the daily prayer,

The sleepless heat at night,

And of my verses, the white

Flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.

Anna Akhmatova

You Thought I Was That Type

You thought I was that type:

That you could forget me,

And that I'd plead and weep

And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare,

Or that I'd ask the sorcerers

For some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift:

My precious perfumed handkerchief.

Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul

Anna Akhmatova

Memory Of Sun

Memory of sun seeps from the heart.

Grass grows yellower.

Faintly if at all the early snowflakes

Hover, hover.

Water becoming ice is slowing in

The narrow channels.

Nothing at all will happen here again,

Will ever happen.

Anna Akhmatova

I Taught Myself To Live Simply

I taught myself to live simply and wisely,

to look at the sky and pray to God,

and to wander long before evening

to tire my superfluous worries.

When the burdocks rustle in the ravine

and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops

I compose happy verses

about life's decay, decay and beauty.

Anna Akhmatova

"In Human Closeness There"

In human closeness there is a secret edge,

Nor love nor passion can pass it above,

Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,

And hearts be burst asunder with the love.

And friendship, too, is powerless plot,

And so years of bliss with noble tends,

When your heart is free and known not,

The slow languor of the earthy sense.

Anna Akhmatova

Gray-Eyed King

Glory to you, inescapable pain!

The gray-eyed king died yesterday.

The autumn evening was sultry and red,

My husband returned and quietly said:

"You know, they brought him back from the hunt,

They found his corpse by the old oak tree.

I pity the queen. He was so young!..

In just one night her hair turned white."

Anna Akhmatova

Crucifix

Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.

This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered

By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.

He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned…?"

And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry…"

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.

Anna Akhmatova

"You'll Live, But I'll Not"

You'll live, but I'll not; perhaps,

The final turn is that.

Oh, how strongly grabs us

The secret plot of fate.

They differently shot us:

Each creature has its lot,

Each has its order, robust, --

A wolf is always shot.

Anna Akhmatova