Ode to Friday: Akhmatova

Somewhere there is a simple life and a world,

Transparent, warm and joyful . . .

There at evening a neighbour talks with a girl

Across the fence, and only the bees can hear

This most tender murmuring of all.

But we live ceremoniously and with difficulty

And we observe the rites of our bitter meetings,

When suddenly the reckless wind

Breaks off a sentence just begun –

But not for anything would we exchange this

Granite city of fame and calamity,

The wide rivers of glistening ice,

The sunless, gloomy gardens,

And, barely audible, the Muse’s voice.

June 23, 1915

~ Anna Akhmatova (Russian, 1889-1966), translated by Judith Hemschemeyer, from the Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova



8 thoughts on “Ode to Friday: Akhmatova

  1. Thank you for this beautiful poetic picture. I was made to feel a participant from the very first word to the last of this author’s passion. Thank you Narelle for his thoughtful gesture. Nice way to start the day. JJ


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