“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.