Translated by Brett Rutherford
from the Russian of Anna Akhmatova
from the Russian of Anna Akhmatova
Who
cares to listen to songs
now
that the prophecy of bitter days is true?
Hear
me, old songs: the world has ceased
its
being marvelous.
So
hush, and do not break my heart.
Like
swallows, not long ago
you
led the morning out, ignoring its risks.
Now
songs
must lead a desperate life,
begging
for crumbs at strangers’ doors.
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