Just as the other cranes


Just as the other cranes

Call to the injured one: kurli, kurli!

When the autumn fields

Are crumbly and warm ...

So I, the sick one, hear the cries,

The noise of golden wings

From dense, low clouds

And tangled underbrush:

"It's time to fly, time to fly

Over river and land.

You see, you can no longer sing

Or brush the tears from your cheeks

With your weakening hand."

by Anna Akhmatova, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer.

Anna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966) is recognized as one of the greatest twentieth-century Russian poets.

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