by Anna Akhmatova
Celebrate our anniversary Ė canít you see
tonight the snowy night of our first winter
comes back again in every road and tree -
that winter night of diamantine splendour.
Steam is pouring out of yellow stables,
the Moika riverís sinking under snow,
the moonlightís misted as it is in fables,
and where we are heading Ė I donít know.
There are icebergs on the Marsovo Pole.
The Lebyazhíyaís crazed with crystal art.....
Whose soul can compare with my soul,
if joy and fear are in my heart? -
And if your voice, a marvellous birdís,
quivers at my shoulder, in the night,
and the snow shines with a silver light,
warmed by a sudden ray, by your words?