28 January 2010

and a stone word fell

And a stone word fell
on my still living breast
It's alright, I was ready
I'll deal with it somehow.
Today I have a lot to do:
Need to kill memory to its end,
Need the soul to harden
Need to learn to live again.
And not... the hot rustle of summer
As if there is a holiday beyond my window
I long since had a presentiment of this
Bright day and deserted house.

Anna Akhmatova

(on the go translation)

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