The Meaning of Life is 42 (jpster) wrote in culture_geeks,
The Meaning of Life is 42
jpster
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One of my favorite poets...

(Cross-posted to my own journal, original version Russian available if you're interested!)

 SOLITUDE

So many stones have been thrown at me,
That I'm not frightened of them any more,
And the pit has become a solid tower,
Tall among tall towers.
I thank the builders,
May care and sadness pass them by.
From here I'll see the sunrise earlier,
Here the sun's last ray rejoices.
And into the windows of my room
The northern breezes often fly.
And from my hand a dove eats grains of wheat...
As for my unfinished page,
The Muse's tawny hand, divinely calm
And delicate, will finish it.

June 6, 1914
Slepnyovo
ANNA AKHMATOVA
Translated by Judtih Hemschemeyer
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