The Night Book

  • Simple Life

    Posted: June 26, 2008, 12:43 am by Levari
    Somewhere there is a simple life and a world, 

    Transparent, warm and joyful. . .

    
There at evening a neighbor talks with a girl
    
Across the fence, and only the bees can hear 

    This most tender murmuring of all.

    But we live ceremoniously and with difficulty 

    And we observe the rites of our bitter meetings, 

    When suddenly the reckless wind
    
Breaks off a sentence just begun --

    But not for anything would we exchange this splendid 

    Granite city of fame and calamity, 

    The wide rivers of glistening ice, 

    The sunless, gloomy gardens,
    
And, barely audible, the Muse's voice.

    ~Anna Akhmatova
    June 23, 1915, St. Petersburg

    Translated by Judith Hemschemeyer
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