By the river bank the silver willow Touches the bright September waters. Rising from the past, my shadow Comes silently to meet me.
Anna Akhmatova, from Three Autumns in “Poems: Anna Akhmatova” [translated by D. M. Thomas]
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By the river bank the silver willow Touches the bright September waters. Rising from the past, my shadow Comes silently to meet me.
Anna Akhmatova, from Three Autumns in “Poems: Anna Akhmatova” [translated by D. M. Thomas]
And rising from those other days, silent, / My own ghost confronts me.
Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, from “Three Autumns,”
Everything suddenly seems paler, older, Summer's comfort is plundered
Anna Akhmatova, from Three Autumns in “Poems: Anna Akhmatova” [translated by D. M. Thomas]
Three Autumns. A sequel of my previous composition- "Broken Seasons" :3
One day, three autumns
We talked today. Over the phone. It's the best thing we could do since we are miles away from each other.
It feels good to hear Your voice again -- laughing, telling stories, and making lambing. That's one of the things that I miss: your voice.
I miss the times when You wake me up every morning, because I might be late for school, again. I miss the times we spend together talking about what happened at school or wherever. I miss the times when we have to say good night with each other. Everything.
I can't wait to see You again. Really.
By now, You must be sleeping already. You told me that You weren't feeling fine, again. Ugh, I hate it when these things happen, especially when we're far away from each other. I'm sorry that I can't be there to take care of You.
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"One day, three autumns."
Meaning: greatly missing someone; one day feels as long as three years
(Source: Wikipedia)