Thursday, January 27, 2011

(I don't know if you're alive or dead) - Anna Akhmatova

I don't know if you're alive or dead.
Can you on earth be sought,
Or only when the sunsets fade
Be mourned serenely in my thought?

All is for you: the daily prayer,
The sleepless heat at night,
And of my verses, the white
Flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.

No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured
Me more, not
Even the one who betrayed me to torture,
Not even the one who caressed me and forgot.


  1. this poetry is just what I needed tonight, thank you for always sharing your loved words x

  2. Akhmatova always does it for me. She is such a genius - I feel privileged to share her words with you (another poet!).


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