Departure Poem by Anna Akhmatova

Departure

Rating: 2.9


Although this land is not my own,
I will remember its inland sea
and the waters that are so cold
the sand as white
as old bones, the pine trees
strangely red where the sun comes down.

I cannot say if it is our love,
or the day, that is ending.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 19 October 2017

Stark. Powerful. Pure undiluted talent.

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Amar Agarwala 03 May 2016

The words are touching, and seem to radiate from the heart.

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Edward Kofi Louis 03 May 2016

Or the day, that is ending! Nice work.

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M Asim Nehal 03 May 2016

Wonderful poem, great thinking, loved it.10++++

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Alem Hailu G/kristos 03 May 2016

So nicely penned.Anna is a great poet

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Castellenas John 30 March 2019

Your words written with a honest pen. Amazing poetry.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 30 March 2019

The sand as white as old bones. the pine trees strangely red where the sun comes down. Wonderful expressions.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 19 February 2019

Intensity of emotions has enhances the force of the poem manifold. A great poem.

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Theodor 09 February 2019

This is a beautiful poem which seems to be more inspired by the mood of Akhmatova than by her actual words. It is not a literal or accurate translation of AA's late poem. I am reminded of some of Ezra Pound's inaccurate but moving translations from the Chinese.

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Helena 24 July 2018

This translation is very inacurate.

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