One Poem. One Planet. — Anna Akhmatova
Everything here will outlive me–Everything,
Even those ramshackly birdhouses there
And all this air, this springtime air,
That has made the oceanic crossing.
And the voice of eternity is calling
And over the cherry tree, blooming, full,
The moon’s brilliant light is falling.
And the road running easy and white,
In emerald thickets is lost to sight,
I don’t know where it will end…
It’s lighter among the trees,
It’s all like the paths one sees
By the Tsarskoselsky pond.
–Anna Akhmatova, (Russia) 1958