Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
Like a White StoneAnna Akhmatova
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As hard and clear, a memory lies in me.
I cannot strive nor have I heart for striving:
It is such pain and yet such ecstasy.
Into my eyes would see it, patent, pale.
And, seeing, would grow sadder and more thoughtful
Than one who listens to a bitter tale.
A consciousness that smoldered endlessly,
That splendid sorrows might endure forever.
And you are changed into a memory.