“The road is black by the beach …” by Anna Akhmatova

“The road is black by the beach …” by Anna Akhmatova 🇷🇺 (23 Jun 1889 – 5 Mar 1966)

Translated from the Russian by Donald Michael Thomas

The road is black by the beach—

Garden. Lamps yellow and fresh.

I’m very calm.

I’d rather not talk about him.

I’ve a lot of feelings for you. You’re kind.

We’ll kiss, grow old, walk around.

Light months will fly over us.

Like snowy stars.