Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Anna Akhmatova

He didn’t glorify or scold me
Like enemies might or friends.
He left his soul for me and told me:
Keep it safe in your hands.

I’m concerned with one thing only:
What to do if he should die, -
An angel will take him from me
And return his soul to the sky.

How will I conceal his soul then,
Keep it hidden from God’s eyes?
If it sings and weeps so holy
That it belongs in paradise.