Open Poetry #43 |
"He didn't glorify or scold me..." |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
*I've translated this poem from Russian. The original is by Anna Akhmatova, written in 1915. I've published a collection of her poetry that I've translated into English and it can be found here, for those who are interested: http://www.amazon.com/Final-Meeting-Selected-Poetry-Akhmatova/dp/1438234732/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1215803357&sr=1-5 *** He didn’t glorify or scold me Like enemies might or friends. He left his soul for me and told me: Keep it safe in your hands. I’m concerned with one thing only: What to do if he should die, - An angel will take him from me And return his soul to the sky. How will I conceal his soul then, Keep it hidden from God’s eyes? If it sings and weeps so holy That it belongs in paradise. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Once again I enjoyed your work greatly, dear Andrey. It is so difficult to translate well I know. Anna Akhmatova is proud of you I am sure! A wonderful poem. Love, Margherita |
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