Frasi di Anna Andreevna Achmatova pagina 4

“Sapevo che tu mi sognavi. | Perciò non potevo dormire.”

“Sentirai il tuono e mi rammenterai,
penserai: desiderava la bufera…
Sarà una striscia di cielo accesa di rosso,
e il cuore come allora in fiamme.
E ciò accadrà nel giorno moscovita
in cui abbandonerò per sempre la città,
muoverò verso il bramato riparo,
lasciando in mezzo a voi ancora la mia ombra.”

da Il sogno

“La vita ha tutti noi ospitato un poco, | Vivere è soltanto un'abitudine.”

da L'ultimo brindisi

da VIII - Noi quattro, 1961, in Serto ai defunti, in Io sono la vostra voce...

“Se tu fossi musica, ti ascolterei incessantemente, e il mio umore basso si illuminerebbe.”

La musa <br class="br">Origine: Da La corsa del tempo, traduzione di M. Colucci, Einaudi, Torino, 1992; riportato in Giovanni Casoli, Novecento letterario italiano ed europeo: autori e testi scelti, Volume 1, Città Nuova, 2002, p. 284 https://books.google.it/books?id=pZW2cd1Te-AC&pg=PA284. ISBN 8831192639

Questa traduzione è in attesa di revisione. È corretto?

“Is this the visitor from the wrong side
of the mirror? Or the shape
that suddenly flitted past my window?
Is it the new moon playing tricks,
or is someone really standing there again
between the stove and the cupboard?”

Anna Andreevna Achmatova: Frasi in inglese

“All as before: against the dining-room windows
Beats the scattered windswept snow,
And I have not changed either,
But a man came to me.
I asked: "What do you want?"
He replied: "To be with you in Hell."
I laughed: "Oh, you'll foredoom
Us both to disaster."”

Poem without a Hero (1963)

“And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
over a black mountain, in his giant track,
while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:
"It's not too late, you can still look back
at the red towers of your native Sodom,
the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,
at the empty windows set in the tall house
where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed."”

The Guest (1914)

“Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound.
I could never have borne it. So take the thing
that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground.
Whisk the lamps away…
Night.”

The just man followed then his angel guide
Where he strode on the black highway, hulking and bright;
But a wild grief in his wife's bosom cried,
Look back, it is not too late for a last sight
Of the red towers of your native Sodom, the square
Where once you sang, the gardens you shall mourn,
And the tall house with empty windows where
You loved your husband and your babes were born.
Translator unknown
Lot's Wife

“I do not need your loving words
or hurried kiss
as night comes down
in the place where we once lived
innocent as children,
and happier.”

No, it is not I, it is else who is suffering.
I could not have borne it. And this thing, which has happened
Let them cover it with black cloths,
And take away the lanterns...
Night.
Translated by D. M. Thomas
Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Prologue

“In the terrible years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months in the prison lines of Leningrad. Once, someone "recognized" me. Then a woman with bluish lips standing behind me, who, of course, had never heard me called by name before, woke up from the supor to which everyone had succumbed and whispered in my ear (everyone spoke in whispers there):
"Can you describe this?"
And I answered: "Yes, I can."
Then something that looked like a smile passed over what had once been her face.”

Red Winged Birds (1917)

“Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
too insignificant for our concern?
Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn.”

Leningrad, 1 April 1957
Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Instead of a Preface