Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
Broad Gold, the EveningAnna Akhmatova
B
The April air is cool and tender.
You should have come ten years ago,
And yet in welcome I surrender.
And turn gay eyes at what my nurses
Might never glimpse: the blue-bound book
That holds my awkward childish verses.
Sunward with joy, but dwelt with sorrow,
Forgive me all whom I mistook
For you, oblivious of the morrow.