All the souls of my loved ones...

Chinese Garden, Sydney


All the souls of my loved ones are on stars high above.

How good it is that there is no one left to lose

And one can weep. The air of Tsarskoye Selo

Was created for the echoing of songs.


By the bank a silver willow

Touches the bright September waters.

Arisen from the past, silently

My shade comes to meet me.


Here so many lyres hang on the branches,

But it seems that there's a place for mine as well.

And this shower, scattered and sunny,

Is comfort and good news to me.


by Anna Akhmatova, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer.

Anna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966) is recognized as one of the greatest twentieth-century Russian poets.



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