On Monday, August 14, 2023 at 7:55:38 AM UTC+10, Ilya Shambat wrote:
This way I prayed: "Slake the dumb thirst
Of singing with a sweet libation!"
But to the earthling of the earth
There can be no liberation.
Like smoke from sacrifice, that it could not
Fly Strength- and Glory-ward - alas -
But only clouded at the feet
And, as if praying, kissed the grass.
Thus I, O Lord, before thee bow:
Will reach the fire of the sky
My lashes that are closed for now
And muteness utter and divine?
The poem was written by Anna Akhmatova. Translated by Ilya Shambat.
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