In Memoriam, July 19, 1914BY ANNA AKHMATOVATRANSLATED BY STEPHEN EDGARWe aged a hundred years and this descendedIn just one hour, as at a stroke.The summer had been brief and now was ended;The body of the ploughed plains lay in smoke. The hushed road burst in colors then, a soaringLament rose, ringing silver like a bell.AndContinue reading “simply, In Memoriam, July 19, 1914 : Anna Akhmatva : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”