Translator's Preface / Judith Hemschemeyer
"Mirrors and Masks: The Life and Poetic Works of Anna Akhmatova" / Roberta Reeder
"They're leading the horses..."
"...And there's my marble double..."
"A dark-skinned youth wandered..."
"Under her dark veil she wrung her hands..."
"The heart's memory of the sun grows faint..."
The Song of the Last Meeting
"When you're drunk it's so much fun..."
"The park was filled with light mist..."
"And when we had cursed each other..."
"At the new moon he abandoned me..."
"We are all carousers and loose women here..."
"How many demands the beloved can make!"
"We met for the last time..."
"It drags on foreverthis heavy, amber day!"
"I've learned to live simply, wisely..."
"Under the icon, a threadbare rug..."
"They are flying, they are still on their way..."
"There is a sacred boundary between those who are close..."
"For us to lose freshness of words..."
"Somewhere there is a simple life..."
"It smells of burning..."
"The sweet smell of juniper..."
In Memoriam, July 19, 1914
"I don't know if you're living or dead..."
"The twenty-first. Night. Monday..."
"I dream of him less often now, thank God..."
"How I love, how I loved to look..."
"I am listening to the orioles' ever mournful voice...".
