And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.
Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again--
Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.
Translated from the Russian by Judith Hemschemeyer
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Comments1LOVE THE "TURN MY SOUL TO STONE" PART! 💔😔 SAD BUT BEAUTIFUL!