Friday, December 5, 2014

Anna Akhmatova - The evening light

* * *
The evening light is steeped in gold
And April chill is mild and tender.
You’re late by eons, unforetold,
I’m glad to welcome my attender.

Sit close in a cozy nook,
Look on with cheerful expression:
Here’s my blue cover notebook
With childish rhyming indiscretions.

Forgive me that I lived in woe,
That sunny days could hardly change it.
Forgive that many times before
I looked for you in random strangers.


Translated by Dina Belyayeva

Russian original


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