Анна Ахматова Уединение Anna Akhmatova Solitude

Валентина Ильина-Печенова
So many stones have been thrown towards me,
That none of them scares me, neither makes me fall,
The trap turned in a tower, high and slim,
The tallest of the tallest towers at all.
I thank the builders, who'd been making it,
Let all their sorrows and troubles go away.
So, from here earlier the dawn I meet,
Here the last sun's ray with triumph ends a day.
And often through the room's windows of mine
Winds from the north seas are inside flying,
A dove is eating softly from my hands wheat …
The verse page, by me unfinished, will complete —
The pretty Muse's swarthy and suntanned,
Heavenly calm, and steady, and light hand.

6 May, 2024

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Portrait: Anna Akhmatova Портрет: Анна Ахматова
Author: Martiros Saryan, 1946 Автор: Мартирос Сарьян, 1946 г.
Source (источник): ahmatova.niv.ru


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