May Snow

Crocus in the Snow II


A transparent shroud lies

On the fresh sod and imperceptibly melts.

The cruel, chilling spring

Is killing the swelling buds.

And the sight of this early death is so frightful,

That I can't bear to look at God's world.

I feel the sorrow that King David bequeathed,

The kingly, thousand-year grief.


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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