Poetry

This Evening’s Light Is Golden Bright by Anna Akhmatova

Anna Akhmatova poems
via This Evening’s Light Is Golden Bright
This evening's light is golden bright,
The April’s coolness is so tender,
Though you are many years too late,
I still do welcome you to enter.

Right next to me why don't you sit
And look with happy eyes around.
This little notebook has in it
The poems written in my childhood.

Forgive me that I've lived and mourned,
And was not grateful for the sun rays…
Forgive me please, forgive me for
I have mistaken you for others…



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