Anna Akhmatova — Seaside Sonnet
Here all around will outlive me,
Even birdhouses, decrepit these,
And air this, the fresh and vernal breeze
With overflights across the sea.
The voice calls from eternity
With an unearth inevitable bliss,
And over the blooming cherry trees
The crescent moon pours a bright glint.
The road seems to be not hard, but light,
The emerald thicket makes it white,
I won't say, the road leads to where…
Against tree trunks, it's a bright valley,
And everything looks like an alley
By the Tsarskoselsky pond there.
May 25-26. 2024
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Картина: Анна Ахматова, художник: Натан Альтман, 1914 г. Источник: kulturologia.ru
Анна Ахматова - Приморский сонет на английском
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