The Sentence by Anna Akhmatova
The Sentence
Anna AkhmatovaAnd the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—Unless…Summer’s ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I’ve foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.
MARGINALIA
Today a friend sat me down and told me to get my shit together. That a breaking heart is never easy, but will not kill me either. I am living, and it should matter. And then she shoved this poem into my hands and walked away.
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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