Thanks to cannylinguist, I read a poem (in translation) by Anna Akhmatova. (When will I learn Russian?) And then had the great pleasure to hear the poet herself reading it.
Posted by jim at May 10, 2004 01:33 PM | TrackBackThe Last Toast
I drink to the ruined house,
To the evil of my life,
To our shared loneliness
And I drink to you—
To the lie of lips that betrayed me,
To the deadly coldness of the eyes,
To the fact that the world is cruel and depraved,
To the fact that God did not save.[Anna Akhmatova, June 27, 1934, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer]