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The Return


To Anna Akhmatova

With all asleep I from the house departed,
In bushes by the ditch was guide concealed.
Perhaps when morning came a search you started,
You were too late, for we were in the field.

My guide was sallow, skeletal, bent over,
Oh, how I loved him – I was out of mind!
He hid his scythe beneath his mantle’s cover.
With adder’s glinting eyes he watched and whined.

About the strange and aged he was whining,
Unfeeling ones and those who never die,
It sounded in my head like bells were chiming,
It plunged me into stupor, brought a sigh.

We saw the mountains, woods and waters gushing,
In others’ carts upon the steppe we slept,
At times it seemed to us the years were rushing,
At times it seemed that but a day had crept.

At wall of China when we were arriving,
My guide as follows took his leave of me:
“We’ve different paths, for sacred you are striving,
My only task’s to sow my rice and tea.”

On cloudy hill, above a tea plantation,
In mean pagoda Buddha sat in prayer.
I bowed to him in secretive elation.
I’ve never known such sweetness as was there.

He softly over world in need of healing
With adder’s glinting eyes did sing and sing
About the aged, strange and those unfeeling,
Undying ones – and glittering air took wing.

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    Мария Марчанова

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