Lyudmila Purgina

Freshman - 678 Points (Russian Federation)

A.Akhmatova, The Stone Word - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Anna Akhmatova

And the stone word has fallen down
On my breast, being alive, awhile...
No matter, I was ready, almost...
I'll cope, overcome this time.

I'm today completly borrowed, rather,
It is need to kill the memory to end.
It is need for my soul - to harden,
It is need - again to live, as well.

Or... The hot rumble of near summer
Is outside my window as a feast...
I've fore-feeled this long ago: coming
Of this bright day and my house - left.

22.06.1939

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012



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