tracing mansions/ in which we shall always be together: some Sunday Akhmatova

3 Feb

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from “We Don’t Know How to Say Goodbye …”


Why are we different from the rest?

Outdoors again, each of us turns his head.

Or else let’s sit in the graveyard

on the trampled snow, sighing to each other.

That stick in your hand is tracing mansions

in which we shall always be together.

— Anna Akhmatova

Trans. Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward

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