Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

Shade - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

‘What does a certain woman know of the hour of her death?’ - Mandelstam



Tallest, suavest of us, why Memory,
forcing you to appear from the past, pass
down a train, swaying, to find me
clear profiled through the window-glass?
Angel or bird? How we debated!
The poet thought you like translucent straw.
Through dark lashes, your eyes, Georgian,
looking, with gentleness, on it all.
Shade, forgive. Blue skies, Flaubert,
Insomnia, late-blooming lilac flower,
bring you, and the magnificence of the year,
nineteen-thirteen, to mind, and your
unclouded temperate afternoon, memory
difficult for me now – Oh, shade!


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  • Fabrizio Frosini (6/14/2015 4:41:00 AM)


    ''Shade''

    ‘What does a certain woman know
    Of the hour of her death? ’



    Mandelstam

    Tallest, most suave of us, why Memory,

    Forcing you to appear from the past, pass

    Down a train, swaying, to find me

    Clear profiled through the window-glass?

    Angel or bird? How we debated!

    The poet thought you translucent straw.

    Through dark lashes, your eyes, Georgian,

    Looked out, with gentleness, on it all.

    Shade, forgive. Blue skies, Flaubert,

    Insomnia, late-blooming lilac flower,

    Bring you, and the magnificence of the year,

    Nineteen-thirteen, to mind, and your

    Unclouded temperate afternoon, memory

    Difficult for me now – Oh, shade!
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2003



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