We Don’t Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova
We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye
Anna AkhmatovaWe don’t know how to say goodbye.
We wander all over, shoulder to shoulder.
It is already starting to get dark,
You’re thoughtful, and I remain quiet.Let’s go inside a church, and watch
A baptism, a wedding, a funeral.
Why can’t we live like that?
Let’s leave, not looking at each other.Or, let us sit in the cemetery,
Quiet in the trampled snow.
And watch you trace with a stick,
Places where we will always be together.
MARGINALIA
Discovered this poem today from a friend, whose breaking heart is a thing of beauty.
ABOUT ANNA AKHMATOVA
Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova was born Anna Gorenko in Odessa, Ukraine, on June 23, 1889. Her interest in poetry began in her youth; but when her father found out about her aspirations, he told her not to shame the family name by becoming a “decadent poetess.” She attended law school in Kiev and married Nikolai Gumilev, a poet and critic, in 1910. Shortly after the marriage, he travelled to Abyssinia, leaving her behind. While Gumilev was away, Akhmatova wrote many of the poems that would… (more)
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Quirina
Ver beautiful and meaningful.