[Soaring Feather]

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, everyone!

Muse


When, in the night, I wait for her, impatient,
Life seems to me, as hanging by a thread.
What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation,
When compared with the gentle piper's tread?


And she came in, threw out the mantle's edges,
Declined to me with a sincere heed.
I say to her, "Did you dictate the Pages
Of Hell to Dante?" She answers, "Yes, I did."


- Anna Akhmatova
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, August, 2000 Edited by Orit Bonver, August 2000