Along the Hard Crest of the Snowdrift


by Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966)


Along the hard crest of the snowdrift
to my white, mysterious house,
both of us quiet now,
keeping silent as we walk.
And sweeter than any song
this dream we now complete--
the trembling of branches we brush against
the soft ringing of your spurs.


Translated from the Russian by Jane Kenyon







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