Κυριακή, 10 Φεβρουαρίου 2013

Solitude - Anna Akhmatova

    
    So many stones have been thrown at me,
    That I’m not frightened of them anymore,
    And the pit has become a solid tower,
    Tall among tall towers.
    I thank the builders,
    May care and sadness pass them by.
    From here I’ll see the sunrise earlier,
    Here the sun’s last ray rejoices.
    And into the windows of my room
    The northern breezes often fly.
    And from my hand a dove eats grains of wheat…
    As for my unfinished page,
    The Muse’s tawny hand, divinely calm
    And delicate, will finish it.

 Solitude by Anna Akhmatova

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