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Welcome to my blog! Sometimes, I write in Spanish, others in English, but basically this is my daily diary of sorts. Los invito a mi blog, que es como un diário de mis eventos y escritos que a veces son en español, y a veces en inglés...

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Guest : a poem by Anna Akhmatova

The Guest

Nothing is changed: against the dining room windows

hard grains of whirling snow still beat.

I am what I was

But a man came to me.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“To be with you in hell,” he said.

I laughed. “It’s plain you mean

to have us both destroyed.”

He lifted his thin hand

and lightly stroked the flowers:

“Tell me how men kiss you,

tell me how you kiss.”

His torpid eyes were fixed

unblinking on my ring.

Not a single muscle stirred

in his clear, sardonic face.

Oh, I see: his game is that he knows

intimately, ardently,

there’s nothing from me he wants,

I have nothing to refuse.

Anna Akhmatova

- 1 January 1914

(Taken from the book, The Erotic Spirit. Translated by  Max Hayward and Stanley Kunits)


Michael said...

Thanks for this poem. I'm teaching a introductory literature class and wanted to use it, but most os my books are being stored at my parents' house in the US, while I am living in Chile... in short, thanks. Best to you.

Manny Lopez said...

My pleasure Michael, welcome to my blog!