The Return by Anna Akhmatova

The souls of all my dears have flown to the stars.
Thank God there’s no one left for me to lose–so I am free to cry.

This air is made for the echoing of songs.

A silver willow by the shore trails to the bright September waters.

My shadow, risen from the past, glides silently towards me.

Though the branches here are hung with many lyres, a place has been reserved for mine, it seems.

And now this shower, struck by sunlight,
brings me good news, my cup of consolation.

(Translated by Stanley Kunitz with Max Hayward)

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