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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.
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Translated by Judith Hemschemeyer from Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova (1989)

 

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