Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

Lot's Wife - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
over a black mountain, in his giant track,
while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:
'It's not too late, you can still look back

at the red towers of your native Sodom,
the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,
at the empty windows set in the tall house
where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed.'
A single glance: a sudden dart of pain
stitching her eyes before she made a sound...
Her body flaked into transparent salt,
and her swift legs rooted to the ground.

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
too insignificant for our concern?
Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn.


Comments about Lot's Wife by Anna Akhmatova

  • Rookie Ames Sunshine (2/1/2007 1:49:00 PM)

    i really like this one. I like that bible story. (Report) Reply

    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: marriage, woman, house, red, pain, death, god, heart, daughter, son, women



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 4, 2014


[Hata Bildir]