Anna Akhmatova
So wide and yellow evening light,
So tender too the April’s chillness.
You may be late, but I am glad
That’s still you came through many years.
Come here to me, sit close and look,
Look with your eyes so bright and joyous,
This is my oldest blue notebook.
With many of my childhood poems.
Forgive that I lived sorrowed life,
And for sunshine was rarely grateful.
Forgive, forgive that often I
For you so many got mistaken.
1915, Russia
translation by Marina Glasko,
August 2023 , California
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