Although this land is not my own,
I will remember its inland sea
and the waters that are so cold
the sand as white
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The sand as white as old bones. the pine trees strangely red where the sun comes down. Wonderful expressions.
Intensity of emotions has enhances the force of the poem manifold. A great poem.
This is a beautiful poem which seems to be more inspired by the mood of Akhmatova than by her actual words. It is not a literal or accurate translation of AA's late poem. I am reminded of some of Ezra Pound's inaccurate but moving translations from the Chinese.
I can not say if it is our love Or the day, that is ending- - - A poignant poem depicting separation from some place or some one dear.
Your words written with a honest pen. Amazing poetry.