The souls of all my dears have flown to the stars.
Thank God there’s no one left for me to lose–
so I am free to cry. This air is made
for the echoing of songs.
A silver willow by the shore
trails to the bright September waters.
My shadow, risen from the past,
glides silently towards me.
Though the branches here are hung with many lyres,
a place has been reserved for mine, it seems.
And now this shower, struck by sunlight,
brings me good news, my cup of consolation.
translated by Stanley Kunitz with Max Hayward
Leonard Durso 
She is a fascinating historical figure, implacable and courageous.
You’re so right. A truly admirable person.
It is very good to meet you!!! Sorry, i was out….
It’s always good to reconnect.
Here is like to lost freedom…Who those like it have to suffer.
Anna Akhmatova is one of my favourite poets. I hear her voice so clearly.
She is a treasure.