Thursday, 19 December 2013

Everything promised him to me - Anna Akhmatova

Everything promised him to me:
the fading amber edge of the sky,
and the sweet dreams of Christmas,
and the wind at Easter, loud with bells,

and the red shoots of the grapevine,
and waterfalls in the park,
and the two large dragonflies
on the rusty iron fencepost.

And I could only believe
that he would be mine
as I walked along the high slopes,
the path of burning stones.

Anna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966) Russia
Translated by Richard McKane
Source: Selected Poems Anna Akhmatova by Richard McKane, Penguin,1969

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