Tracing Mansions

Tracing Mansions (I)

Tracing Mansions (III)

WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY GOODBYE by Anna Akhmatova

We don’t know how to say goodbye:
we wander on, shoulder to shoulder.
Already the sun is going down;
you’re moody, I am your shadow.

Let’s step inside a church and watch
baptisms, marriages, masses for the dead.
Why are we different from the rest?
Outdoors again, each of us turns his head.

Or else let’s sit in the graveyard
on the trampled snow, sighing to each other.
That stick in your hand is tracing mansions
in which we shall always be together.

(this post is for M.)

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