Ways
One goes in straightforward ways,
One in a circle roams:
Waits for a girl of his gone days,
Or for returning home.
But I do go -- and woe is there --
By a way nor straight, nor broad,
But into never and nowhere,
Like trains -- off the railroad.
Anna Akhmatova, trad. Edward Bonver.
Publicado em 23 de Junho de 2006